The beauty of nature never fails to fill me with wonderment and joy. There is nothing like a walk in the country to blow away my cynicism with the world and any anxiety and stresses in my life; and one of the things I love most of all is trees and seeing their changing with the seasons.
This winter in particular I seem to have been having a love affair with the trees. With my regular meditation practice I have a much more mindful approach to my daily dog walks - really ‘being in the present’ with that sense of moment by moment awareness of the world around me. And that awareness has made me realise just how much I love trees in winter - when they lose their leaves and you can see their beautiful structure. I have come to appreciate the difference between every tree - those that grow straight and tall, those that have branches that reach out as though they would embrace you, those with twists and turns in their branches, gnarled trunks and years of growth and wisdom.
In meditation we often talk about stripping away down to our natural selves, our true being, and the bare trees are like a metaphor for that to me. Each one is different, they all have their unique shape and structure, their own unique identity just like each of us. There is no need to try and be part of the crowd, when you strip back to your true self, your inner beliefs and hopes, you can stand alone - stand proud spreading your branches, letting your roots connect down to the earth, feeling grounded, strong and secure.
So take some time to notice the trees, watch their movement in the wind, notice their shape and structure, imagine their roots reaching far down into the earth, seeking out the water and nourishment they will need to spring back into life with the changing of the seasons. Such grace, such beauty.