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My Tree  

Chagger73 50M
68 posts
8/19/2013 1:16 am
My Tree
When I was a , there was a large spruce tree in the middle of our field. I used to climb as high as I could into that tree and sit there for hours. The time I spent sitting there listening to the wind and letting that wind rock me back and forth are some of the most comforting that I remember.

The odd thing about it is that I was, and am, scared of heights. In spite of that fear, in that tree I found escape; I found freedom; I found comfort. For some reason, that tree was the one I felt confident and safe enough to climb to the highest branches of. For some reason, that tree was different from the others. Maybe it was the view, maybe it was the fact that the branches were placed just so and allowed me to feel safe when I was climbing. Maybe there is something to the belief that all living things have energy and sometimes, if the energy between two living things is in sync peace and comfort are easier to find. Perhaps it's none of that.

I didn't wonder why that tree was one I felt safe in. I never sat swaying in that tree's top and wondered why I wasn't scared. I never examined what made me feel safe.

I simply enjoyed the safety my perch and reveled in the peace and tranquility that I felt. The 'why' didn't matter, only the fact that I had a place to escape to mattered.

Eventually, the tree did what trees do. A strong storm came along and the tree, old and weakened by its age, succumbed to forces that we must all surrender to. I had long since moved away but my mom called me to let me know that "my" tree had fallen. Although it had been years since I had climbed it, I was a little sad. But only for a moment.

The memories of sitting in that tree were as strong as they had been. Those memories are still as strong as they had been. I still escape to that tree too from time to time. Perhaps I remember it more wonderfully than it was. Perhaps I'm missing some of the beauty that existed. Neither matters.

The reality, my reality, is what my brain tells me it is. The actually facts are secondary. I choose to believe that I remember it exactly. I choose to believe that I haven't created or missed anything important. And this choice allows me to remember that tree and to still access that escape.

What do you choose to remember about your tree?
sexysixties2 106F
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39750 posts
8/19/2013 3:43 am

 I had a place that I once escaped to as a child and teenager. It was a spot overlooking the sea....nestled in the grass on the sand dunes and from there I could look out over the sea and if the skies were right I could see the coast of France. The place is still there now but I guess the clump of soft solver sand and pale green grasses that I sat on then has been eroded by the winds now. However .... in my mind's eye....it is still the same as ever.
"Age does not protect you from love, but love, to some extent, protects you from age."

~~Anais Nin~~


Chagger73 replies on 8/19/2013 4:31 am:
It's wonderful to have our spots, isn't it? Thank for telling me about you viewpoint.

Violette001 51F
4619 posts
8/19/2013 10:59 am

 I LOVE trees! I was never good at climbing them. The branches had to be 'just so' in order for me to do that. never had many trees around the places i grew up. but, i think... you can make friends with a tree... =)

i never really had a place to escape to on the outside. all of my escapes were internal, or through a book. When i was reading, then i wasn't disturbed, and i could vanish into another world... i hated it when books came to an end... lol =)
"Do not put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket"
--Author Unknown


Chagger73 replies on 8/19/2013 12:22 pm:
My safe place happened to be a tree but I also read a lot. I don't actually ever remember reading in the tree though, likely because I was holding in with both hands.

When I was writing this, I was also thinking about relationships that made me feel safe and secure. Romantic and platonic, external and internal. I hope that makes sense and is also somewhat relatable...

gottaring 51F
15850 posts
10/8/2013 4:29 pm

 I had a tree- a beautiful maple that sat in my parents front yard overlooking a major road. I'd sit there for hours under the cover of the plum colored leaves hiding from everyone. The tree still sits there, though I haven't lived in that house for over 20 years. I often wonder if the subsequent owners had kids who enjoyed it's solace as much as I did, but I never saw anyone climbing it.

My biggest regret in moving to our current house is that I don't have any old trees- only new saplings. I wish my kids had a tree to climb, but moreover, I wish I could show them that their mama can shimmy up a tree with the best of them. It's a point of pride .
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