From 10,000 feet you can see 100 miles. From 10,000 years you can see 100 centuries on a clear day.
Some of these tree people were infants, little arbolitos, before there was such a thing as the Vedas or Greek civilization, before the great pyramid or Socrates teaching that wisdom begins in wonder. Indeed, before empire cast its myriad spells.
I am 100th the age of the eldest here. I consider how much I’ve grown in just one year and imagine thousands. Imagine what glorious mid-life crises they must have enjoyed!!
They do their Dolomitic dance and thrive on exposure—roots, bark, the elements. They can lose 90% of their bark, exposing their gorgeous striated inner wood, and still stand up straight to bark at the moon.
Talk about vulnerability.
It’s taken me four decades just to figure out which soil to grow in and how to be utterly and unabashedly myself. And I figure I still have roughly 49% bark left.
All hail the great Tree Elders!