There is always Music amongst
the trees in the Garden, but our hearts
must be very quiet to hear it.
~Minnie Aumonier
Who could have ever imagined that dying things would perish in such beauty, that what once was vibrant and green and full of life and promise, would pass into a second state of glory filled with purpose. For this not the end of these dying beauties but the beginning of what will guarantee the return of the green tree and the flowers and the birds and the bees and on and on it goes. For like the food the green fruit tree puts upon our table, so does the dying leaf and bits of bark feed the soil beneath the trees’ canopies as well as the life that shelters beneath the warmth of autumn’s fallen debris. Autumn is simply the next step in the dance of life’s circling seasons.
“When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death…
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is….That is happiness.” ~Author Unknown
Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. ~Psalm 96:12 ✝
**Photos taken by Natalie; collage created by Natalie
You made my night so much better with post. Thank you for sharing sweet Natalie. A million blessings and much happiness to you. Soft hugs I hope you are feeling good. I pray your pain stops. 🙂
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Thank you for the lovely comment and your prayers and you gentle loving spirit AND you soft hugs❤️❤️❤️
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Beautiful post. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you V❣️😘
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Excellent article, I am going to reblog this one for you.
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Thank you❌⭕️
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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Thanks😊😊😊❤️
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a beautiful reflection and reminder—to be still and know “I am God”…
it’s all we can do, especially in our dark days of living in an oh so broken and oh so fallen world—to yield to His saving Grace—-Amen!
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Absolutely and amen❣️❌⭕️❤️🐔🌵
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Beautiful ❤
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Thanks❌⭕️
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They do sing. Rustling, creaking, humming.
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Absolutely they do❌⭕️❤️
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