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Sentinel | Guard of yonder field, feeling earth, air, sky and sun. Do you seek forest? | HartHaiku.com

Sentinel | Living our purpose

When I see a solitary tree in a field, I wonder… Are you lonely out there? Do you yearn for the other trees, your family?

But wait, when the farmer cleared the field and if there were others, why did he not cut you down too? Perhaps there was something in you that he felt. A will to live? A purpose not yet fulfilled?

Were you the one tree that looked strong enough to withstand the solitude, to be staunch and strong through every harsh climate imaginable, to guard his field?

But wait,…you are NOT alone. Earth, air, sky and sun. You are nurtured, cradled and loved by all of it.

Perhaps you’re here to teach that not just simply survival, but dare we hope great joy?, is found in your ostensibly lonely journey.

But still I wonder,.. DO you miss your trees? Your family?

Hmm. Perhaps not. Perhaps you also teach that it is ALL family.

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Related to my post: Tree Secrets | Nature’s Wisdom

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Breathe | Din, smog, concrete, grit, my soul despairs of respite. Park waits patiently. | HartHaiku.com

Breathe | Take a break

Big cities are high energy and fast-paced. Sometimes nothing can beat the excitement of adventuring a new one. I’ve been fortunate to visit some of the biggest in the world, and there are many I’d still love to experience. Paris and Rome are two on my wish list!

Then comes the drain

However, the downside of cities is that it can be extremely depleting to live in one full-time. The subway system in Hong Kong is one of the best in the world, and fun to ride as a tourist. But, I observed the residents carefully in the time I visited. People constantly sandwiched into crowded places, faces planted in their cell phones. There was little connecting with other people, smiling or even making eye contact. Everyone just seemed to be enduring their own personal grind, surrounded by soulless cement.

Be in tune with body messages

It is very important to be cognizant of the drain on our energy in cities. Sometimes it can be difficult or even impossible for city dwellers to escape to green space for a reprieve from the pollution, noise, and crowds. I realized about a year ago that the traffic noise near my house was constantly making me feel on edge. It was a low grade, incessant drain that at first was easy to block out. But there came a time when I realized it was slowly sucking the life energy out of me.

Find your piece of green, today

So as much as I hate moving (who doesn’t?), I bit the bullet and did it for my physical and mental health. My partner and I are now installed in a new neighborhood, which is a short 5-minute walk to green space with a large park and river. I head there frequently for my “nature medicine”, and I’m feeling in better balance these days. And never underestimate the power of even a little patch of nature to energize. If outdoor green just isn’t easily attainable, how about a mini-garden on your windowsill?

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Such simple medicine, but so potent. There’s a great Time article about embracing nature as a mood booster. What Green Spaces Can Do to Your Mood is well worth the short read.

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Tree Secrets | Majestic sages, keepers of ancient wisdom, whisper to me please. | HartHaiku.com

Tree Secrets | Nature’s Wisdom

There was a magic moment, one summer day long past, when a flash realization hit me. I was bicycling down a beautiful avenue, lushly lined with mature trees, and it was blatantly clear – they were reaching out for each other across the road.

“Hey, the trees are talking to each other!”

It wasn’t just that the branches were growing over the road. The massive old trunks were bending towards the trees on the other side, and the upper branches from each side interlaced over the road, as if the trees were holding hands. The trees formed an almost perfect continuous arch over the road. There was something magical and almost sacred about it.

Ah-ha, I thought, trees talk to each other. It was more of an intuition than a thought, and deep down I knew I was right. I mentioned this to a few friends, who of course gently told me I was crazy.

Majesty of the old redwoods in Muir Woods

Flash forward a few years, and I had the privilege of visiting Muir Woods in California. The majesty of the old redwoods took my breath away. I was awe struck! Although a fairly recent Humboldt State University research study showed they are not quite as old as previously thought, hundreds if not thousands of years is still a darned long time. As I gazed upward to the distant canopy, I wondered, What have you seen? What do you know?

Scientific research reveals the secret life of trees

Apparently other people with the same sorts of crazy intuitions have acted on them. Ecologist Suzanne Simard’s career evolved out of an accident with her dog, which uncovered a fascinating underground tree root system. She got hooked on trees, and for the past 30 years has made her career researching them. This is a fascinating read about her journey and findings: Trees Talk to Each Other in a Language We Can Learn

A short quote from the article: “Trees are much more like us humans that you may think. They are extremely social and depend on each other for their survival. Communication is vital, and a massive web of hair-like mushroom roots transmit secret messages between trees, triggering them to share nutrients and water with those in need.”

Other researchers worldwide are revealing similar findings. So, it seems, I am not so crazy after all… And I’m thinking, we could learn a lot from trees about the value of community.

For more on the magic of trees, see my post Forest Bathing.

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Sigh | Sun dips in glass lake, apricot clouds color me. | Loon's call haunts my heart. | HartHaiku.com

Sigh | Sweet memories

sigh | |(sigh for) feel a deep yearning for (someone or something lost, unattainable, or distant).

In my case, a nostalgic remembrance of summer vacations at the lake, close to nature and family, release from worry or care, just being. Why does the loon’s call haunt me? In short, the significance to my parents. Loons mate for life. And the loon’s call over the lake during those sweet summer days.

Try to “just be” today, if you possibly can, and make some sweet memories. Embrace the ones you love. Feel gratitude for all of life’s gifts.

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Blink It's Gone | Mysterious glim, fleeting light of forest nights. Magic extinguished. | HartHaiku.com

Blink It’s Gone | Extinction

A little magic for your Monday. Enjoy it while you can, as sadly the entrancing little insect that conjures childlike wonder is also on the endangered list. Our insects are disappearing at an epidemic rate! I opened my FB this morning and was confronted with: Fireflies are now threatened with extinction.

We can choose to just shrug, I suppose, but as the article points out, “[Fireflies are] a valuable diagnostic tool. By injecting chemicals found in a firefly’s tail into human cells, researchers can detect diseases like cancer and muscular dystrophy.” And, The Selangor Declaration of 2010 declared that, “The decline of fireflies is a cause for concern and reflects the global trend of increasing biodiversity loss.”

So from my point of view, shrugging it off is not an option. Insects are at the bottom of the food chain. As they disappear, it affects every living creature that depends on insects for food, not to mention other repercussions related to the balance of nature. And on it goes. We may feel like it is mildly affecting us now, but later, perhaps not. The Monarch butterfly here, the firefly there,… where will it end? We humans like to think we are immune from extinction, but, are we?

If you’re wondering about the science behind fireflies, I found Scientific American’s How and why do fireflies light up? a very interesting read. When I was a kid, I thought fireflies were pure magic.

Blink. They’re gone.

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Dragon Sprite | Gossamer faerie, neon being of lightness. A fire-breathing fly? | HartHaiku.com

Dragon Sprite | Being light

The magical dragonfly is a fond girlhood memory of summer. Paddling around the lake on sultry afternoons, I loved to watch their iridescent colors flitting among the graceful lily pads. They captivated me.

Legends abound, particularly among indigenous peoples, about the symbolism and teachings of the animal world. They believe that the Earth speaks to us through all living creatures.

Being named after the legendary dragon, there are many meanings (including lightness of being and symbol of change) attributed to the dragonfly in various cultures. More reading on dragonfly symbology here: The Meaning of a Dragonfly: What Does a Dragonfly Symbolize?

Or, simply sit back, relax, meditate on the beautiful photo. And like the dragonfly, be light.

Inspirational quote:

“…What if the point is to stop, then,… and listen to the birdsong, to watch the dragonflies hover, to look at your lover’s face, then up at the undersides of leaves moving together in the breeze? What if the point is to invite these others into your movement, to bring trees, wind, grass, dragonflies into your family and in so doing abandon any attempt to control them? What if the point all along has been to get along, to relate, to experience things on their own terms? What if the point is to feel joy when joyous, love when loving, anger when angry, thoughtful when full of thought? What if the point from the beginning has been to simply be?”  ~ Derrick Jensen, A Language Older than Words

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