this Teaching Blog inspired and dedicated to my 2011 HP Yogini of the Year; Sandra “DawaGahti” Lee…
TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
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- THINK that I shall never see
- A poem lovely as a tree.
- A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
- Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
- A tree that looks at God all day,
- And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
- A tree that may in Summer wear
- A nest of robins in her hair;
- Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
- Who intimately lives with rain.
- Poems are made by fools like me,
- But only God can make a tree.
- pic by ilg, a few weeks ago; Missionary Ridge (a local hallowed training area of Durango’s mountain yogis)
Coach,
Thank You!
When i was a lil kiddo washing dishes (our kitchen window faced the west) I would glance up now and then esp in the evenings to see the silhouette of the trees on the Carrizo Mountains. I would always think those trees up there are my protectors. if they can stand straight, i can too.
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I love trees because not one is the same as the next one, or the one in Telluride or the one in Weminuche Wilderness, etc etc. i love looking at the leaves as they dance in the wind. i love looking at trees on a late fall day/evening and see the sky in between their bare hands and fingers. i love trees because they each have a different leaf and those leaves turn into magnificent colors. i love trees, they have a healing smell. I love how the leaves gather dew drops when it rains, and when i am running or hiking i would lick the water off each leave. Or is there was a icicle i would bite it off and chomp on the ice. and when i am alone on the trail, i dance with the trees. i talk to the trees as i did when i was a lil kid, oh the conversations we can have! Thank You Trees!
love