This is the river closest to my home. The images in this post are phone pics from approximately 9:40 this morning. Love that the far view west reveals five of the endless ridges of hills that epitomize this region. I've thought about taking pictures with my phone ever since lengthy infrastructure retrofitting was completed but there's almost always two way steady traffic or full-up parking on the off-ramp river access points. This morning there was nobody but me on the road. Only one person was on the water. I had 15 spare minutes to spend doing something I keep not getting around to despite how much I longed to do it. Grabbed my phone and walked briskly to a good shot range from the vastly improved - I guess you'd call it a Viewing Trail. Took the shot above along the way to the end of that fenced-in trail. Definitely planning to go back as an official local excursion with J. and documenting the entire thing in gleeful detail.
Above the river flows east with a lone boatsman puttering along like he does it all the time. While walking and looking all around I automatically scanned for blooming flowers. Noticed several clumps of Evening Primrose and an enormous colony of Great Knapweed spilling down the steep embankment.
As soon as I drove down the sloping parking road I noticed these two oak trees. When I passed them on my way to the bridge I addressed them silently with greetings and good cheer; on the way back lingering in their presence - moving closer by gradual stages. We are pleased with your attention to detail. This was their vibrational message to me. It applied to being photographed and approached at closer range. It also applied to being touched by me and so I stood with a palm on each trunk speaking to these two vibrant examples of Other sentience. I spoke from my heart. Took this image because I was so struck by the fast turnaround of synchronicity, having just gone through old scrapbooks and in one found an ancient (in my life's timeline) letter that I quoted in the previous post.
These are clearly not Grandfather trees. But they're definitely a pair of trees. Oak is unarguably a Grandfather medicine spirit with a long timeline that's in part shared with human intent to turn Oak's strength into strong objects. I grew up in a home filled with oak furniture. There was an oak tree in our backyard that sheltered and soothed me when things got too discombobulating in the house. I was conscious of all this as I touched the trees. And was silent for a time. The first thing I told them was that I had visited truly mighty oaks of considerable age in England and France. I described the impact the trees had on me. I told them about my childhood oak companion and that I married a man who initially won my heart by outlining his utter certainty that trees were highly responsive to tonal vibrations. He hoped to devote an ongoing portion of his life to listening well enough to decipher some fragments of the music trees made purely for the love of congregating together in sound as well as form.
The light specific to that 15 minute window left the trees in opposite arcs of light and shadow. I noticed and admired this. Together their crowns seemed to merge into a single canopy dweller. Behind them rests a semi circle of concrete division markers. In the mid-90's the river rose 65 feet. These trees were a lot younger then. They probably had more siblings. I noticed at least one of their offspring standing off to one side. I also noticed the area was pristine. And spotted a few trails I'd feel more comfortable exploring with another person along.
I stood as long as I dared with a palm on each trunk. Their life force was strong. It pulsed underneath my fingertips. The energy was strong and well-balanced. These two trees had clearly been spared by deliberate design. I don't know if they were always canted at opposite angles or if that's got something to do with a disturbed root system when the road went down. In flower essence therapeutics Oak is a classic remedy from the Bach repertory. Within that system the essence is associated with perseverance and persistence. Today's experience makes me wonder if there shouldn't be a notation, also, concerning sturdy graciousness. Something sustainable under any conditions. Like the old women of my childhood. Yes.