11/04/2025
Sometimes I do in fact ‘talk’ with trees. More importantly I listen to trees. Beulah the 75ish year old Bald Cypress with all her twisted branches tells stories of standing her ground, sinking roots in deep past clay pans and horizons of bu****it, beauty, and underground magic. I lean on her when I wish I could hear my mom’s voice, when I’ve just about had it, or when disappointment and other people’s s**t infest my nervous system and impede growth. We’re not much different in this way. When trees undergo abiotic and biotic stresses back to back, energy is put into surviving rather than flourishing. When chronically stressed, we put all our energy into making it through the day rather than growing.
Without ego, Beulah reminds me of the storms endured, her transformative inflorescences more beautiful than the finest jewels. A perch used nightly by three barred owls, a burn mark from fireworks left to unattended neighborhood children, Louisiana Irises from seed deemed non viable rise up under her canopy. Filtered sunlight and drops of deep blood-red risen create refuge. Beulah says “,Don’t let bad human behaviors stand in the way of good work.” Be like a tree and support the growth of others around you.