Tree Blending Meditation

Tree Blending

You may desire a soft blanket to sit on for this meditation. Find a tree that seems to reach out to you - this could be in your own garden or found walking in a park or woods. Walk around the tree and see which part seems to be the face or front. Find this side and spread your blanket in front of the tree so that you can sit and face the tree. You will want to take a libation of some kind with you. Sit on your blanket for awhile, back stragiht. Look at the tree for awhile. Note its general shape and foliage, the atmosphere surrounding it, it's limbs, etc. Look for the tree's aura.

        Remain on your blanket and move closer to the tree. See the tree observing you as you have observed the tree. Look for a crevice in the bark and visualise yourself sliding into it. Feel the woody texture of the trunk, strong enough to support the heavy branches and foliage. This is the core of the tree, the tree's body - your body.
        As the tree, fluids course up and down your interior. You feel the gentle motion of tiny insects making their home in the bark - your outer skin. Move your attention upward and feel yourself extending branches. You are moving in a multitude of directions, spreading upward to form a single entity with consciousness in your branches, a myrid of tiny twigs and stems attached to the subtle, opened leaves. Buds are encased, about to open in the sunlight activating the cells of your greenness.
      Now you begin to understand the essence of the tree has a face to the front of the trunk, but a consciousness that reaches to all levels so that as you channel upward through the branches to the topmost levels, you are still aware and connected to the earth. The air is breezy at the top, and the sun is full upon you. Perhaps you find the height dizzying at first, but the tree laughs and you relax. You will not fall from this place, for you are part of it. The leaves and thin branches sway in the slight wind, and you feel yourself looking down.
      There, far below, is someone sitting on a blanket, trance-like, gazing at the tree. Ah, that is you. The tree sense the not-tree within and gently directs you back through the twigs and down to the wider branches. You pause to feel the roughness of a bird's nest, and smile with admiration at the construction. Now you turn around the main trunk and feel the narrow gap in teh trunk, a rounded opening into the trunk with a woody interior. You wrap yourself into that interior and feel the sensation of comfort, security, and home. It is a nest for another family. Now you are aware that your limbs are being groomed, tiny beaks poke into your bark and snatch away insects roaming along your skin. You continue downward, through the heartwood of the tree.
        You are back at the main trunk, standing upright there, seeing you seeing yourself back. You smile and feel the tree relax in camaraderie. It wants to show you something. Now you feel your toes-your roots-and the featherings of your roots deep in the earth. You let yourself travel downward still, past the level of the ground, and into the soil. Your texture changes here, and you realise with a warm glow that you are being entrusted with a journey into the most delicate part of the tree - its defenseless roots that sourround the heart of the living tree.
       "Harm the root, and you kill me," the tree tells you. "Cut the bark all around and the food of the soil cannot reach the rest of me and this too will kill me."
       You tremble with the knowledge that this tree has shared with you.
      "I am mighty and strong, but there is always danger in life, even one that lasts as long as centuries."
      "All life comes to an end," you send your throughts to the tree.
       The tree smiles and indicates again the roots. You feel the smooth moist roots with their bristly fibres and hairlings drawing water and nourishment from the surrounding soil, and then you see them. The children of the tree. Little fingerlings and seedlings, pods waiting to open, and you know before the tree confides to you.
      "There is no end to life, only transformation."
      And you know this is true, for never did a tree not speak true.
      Listen to what this tree has to say to you.
      You take one more look at the soil deep beneath the surface of the earth, fell how your tree-feet are speard, wrapped around the rocks, with little creatures sliding around the featherings of your roots. You move back up the woody trail back to the surface of the earth where grasses play in the breeze at your earth-level roots and a bee buzzes past you looking for a flower.
      Seeing yourself again, you slide out between the rough edges of the bark and back into your body.
      Take a deep breath, hold it a moment, then exhale. Another deep breathe, exahle, and return to full awareness. Stand up and take the pail of water and gently splash it around the roots of the tree.