Grandmother maples.

September 2018

On a walk with my family today, we crested a grassy hill and a field opened up before us. Across the way, on the opposite edge of the field stood a perfect row of elder sugar maples, tinged with orange around the edges. As I walked towards them I felt their presence stronger, my eyes grew wider. The feminine energy grew stronger and it was as if I could hear their faint whispers.

So very old, these giant grandmothers speak a language I am not sure I understand. Yet I can feel them there, speaking to me in their own way. It seems the frequency of communication is centered in the heart space. I feel it there and become silent. Watching them as if they will speak at any moment.

More than anything I want to keep them as they are, hidden and protected from my own species so they can live their life in their most natural state. At the same time the trees truly enjoy interacting with us. They also feel joy in our gentle presence.

All at once I felt joy and a helplessness tinged with despair as I stood in their presence, wondering how I could protect their future. I decided instead to shift my thoughts and tell them my name, lean against them and share the energetics of my heart and all the love I have for these incredible ancestors. In return, they’ve gently asked me to visit more often.