Gavin McLellan / I am NOT a tree hugger!
But I am embracing nature……..
Funny I remember a session from our time in Glen Tilt in the trees near the house. We all did the ‘tree breathing’ exercise - you’ll find this in the research/taster section of the site. It was really quite lovely and certainly reconnected me to a sense of interdependence and mutual exchange with nature.
Amazing coats of lichen that I’d never seen. I asked about this and why we didnt see this on urban trees, the answer seemed to be related to air quality, funny that. What else are we missing? What else can we retrieve?
- too beautiful to hug
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What an insightful blog Gavin. How important it is for us to remember that we aren’t isolated but that our lives and our actions are all connected. When even the quality of our air is being refelected in nature…how much so are our actions and daily lives affecting those around us? Maybe if we all reconnect with nature we wouldn’t live and act so materialistically. Reminds me of a quote from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet:
“Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments…
January 13th, 2009 at 1:59 pmWhat have you in these houses?…
Have you peace?
Have you remembrances?
Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?
Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master?
That which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.”
If you travel to Moray and look at the trees near the distilleries, you will find they have a black fungus coating their bark. I don’t think anyone has studied this but it’s fascinating to observe.
January 14th, 2009 at 8:36 amAway in the “wilds” of Derbyshire this week I was reminded how fresh the air can smell. The early morning, late evening commute can mean breathing only the stale air of fellow sufferers on the tube and the air in the office - heaven knows what that contains with at least a dozen wireless networks on offer whenever you log on…
There is something about breathing fresh air that enables you to reconnect and remember. At times I crave sea air - not for nothing did my grandmother assure me it would do me good as I sat on a windy beach zipped into my seriously uncool anorak. I’ve never found the hills to be alive with the sound of music exactly but there is a sense of life that can be lost in places heaving with humanity.
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