We had to cut down a tree today. It was old, and parts of it were already falling onto the roof when you least expected it, and the tree doctor said it was rotting from the inside. Still, you hate to lose a tree.
This was the tree whose leaves were the first to drop, the one I used as my Real Sign of Fall. By the way, that came on Sept. 29 this year.
I collected some leaves from the ground (above) — I’ve painted so many of these leaves in past years.
My Travel Tip for Staying Put No. 4 is: “Go Hug a Tree.” Now, I never hugged this particular tree, but I have hugged plenty of trees, and if you want to be a close-to-home traveler, if you want to discover a wonder of the world right next door (OK, that might be overselling it) you need to know which trees in your neighborhood are huggable.
I will explain this more tomorrow, but for now I’ll leave you with this thought from Blaise Pascal:
“You find yourself in the world only through an infinity of accidents.”
The older I get, the more I understand how accidental all of life is, how slight were the chances that any of this — you, me, us, tigers, pain-in-the-ass sales clerks at Anthropologie, etc. — came to pass. I often start to feel weightless, nothing more than an atom in the mind of the universe. I need to feel gravity, my feet firmly on this Earth, attached, rooted. So I hug a tree, and connect with the center of this planet. Trees: I think of them as extended family.