The soil is the tree’s ocean
Day 4 of my tree puja. I’m back after some time away. It’s winter now.
I looked up and saw the bare hands of the tree, now that the leaves are all gone.
The tree has courage
Day 3 of my tree puja journal. I feel the courage of the tree and draw on that, as I need it today. There is a poem about bare feet.
Come to me with your feet bare,
And I will wash the dust of journeys past and now.
Trees wear no shoes
Day 2 of my tree puja journal. There is always an insight, a moment of truth and peace.
I looked up at the remaining leaves against the last of the night sky. A little breeze came, and the leaves and the breeze had a morning conversation. They talk in whispers and movement, through touch…
Trees contain the wisdom of God
The first day of my tree puja, 2009. It begins in the rain. And the rain goes on and on.
Last night it rained softly and there are traces of water running in dark lines on the tree trunk. It runs down her body and thence into the soil, having enjoyed her skin and the winding journey of her limbs before disappearing into the dark depths of soil and planet.
Puja ~ The Tree and Me
Tree puja (worship) is an Indian custom in which an offering is made to a tree. In 2009 I vowed to practice this ritual at dawn for one year. As the seasons passed, my relationship with the tree evolved.