The Silence of Nature on a Spring Evening.

The path winds between lakes. Sky hastingly changing colour. A swan moves through the water looking for bread?
I realize I’m not breathing. I want to remember the sounds of nature.
The mournful whistle of the Bullfinch. Ducks chatter quietly. Tit birds are chirping high up in the trees.
The sounds of nature on a spring evening.

Impressions from January

Old trees are like living cairns.

We can learn a lot from trees: they’re always grounded but never stop reaching heavenward.
Everett Mayor

The notion of an oak tree

They are celebrating National Tree Week in England from 24th November – 2nd December 2018. What a great idea.
I think England has a lovely tradition celebrating their trees. That gives hope for the future.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.
Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all.
But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.

William Blake, 1799, The Letters.

The Oldest Oak in Northern Europe

We did this walk, while the heat wave swept across Denmark!
I’ve read about hiking trips in Corsica. “GR 20 – the toughest long distance trail in Europe”.
It’s mountainous terrain, but the biggest challenge is to get enough water.
Here comes my point; I craved for water on this walk in Denmark.
The planned route is about 10 kilometers. But it felt like 20 kilometers a least.
Just like a hike on the GR 20 at the end of the stages –
The reason for our visit was three very old oaks, the oldest of which is still alive.
King-Oak is the name of the tree and the age is between 1,500 and 2,000 years old.
A genuine Ent!
Northern Europe’s oldest oak tree, Quercus robur subsp. robur.
Location: 55;54.621N+11;59.356E

Don’t forget your lunch and lemonade and leave only your footprints behind ❤

Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring

Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.

Jægersborg Dyrehave

The Trees

Den sidste uges tid er jeg flere gange stødt på disse linier udgivet af Herman Hesse’s forlægger.
Jeg holder meget af poesi, og heldigvis er der hele tiden nye spændende oplevelser blandt mine dejlige medbloggere. Tak for det.

“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. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

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, every grave is mother.

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 home. That is happiness.” Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte” Goodreads

“Bäume sind für Hermann Hesse Sinnbilder, die sich mit Erinnerungen verbinden, Symbole der Vergänglichkeit und Wiedergeburt, aber auch »allen Wachstums, allen triebhaften, naturhaften Lebens, aller Sorglosigkeit und geilen Fruchtbarkeit«. Sie sind für ihn Spiegel der Jahreszeiten, der Landschaften und Umweltbedingungen ihres Standorts. In ihren Jahresringen und Verwachsungen erkennt man »allen Kampf, alles Leid, alle Krankheit, alles Glück und Gedeihen«. Und ihre Gegenwart kann ungeheuerlich tröstlich sein: »Wenn wir traurig sind und das Leben nicht mehr gut ertragen können, dann kann ein Baum zu uns sprechen: Sei still! Sei still! Sieh mich an! Leben ist nicht leicht, Leben ist nicht schwer. … Heimat ist nicht da oder dort. Heimat ist in dir drinnen, oder nirgends”