Titirangi Storyteller

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Dead Tree

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Written by Titirangi Storyteller

04/10/2011 at 12:52 am

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  1. Yah…tell us your story, Tree!



    04/10/2011 at 1:50 pm

    • Shshshsh and listen… with your tree-listening ears… she’s telling it her own way…


      • Oops. I have to hug my tree to hear her. I’ll try this New Zealand way of doing things. Sigh…



        05/10/2011 at 5:28 am

  2. She may be dead but even a dead tree gives life to all the insects living in her. The Cormorants like to nest in dead trees; probably so they can dry off their feathers easilly since they don’t have oil ducts and would sink in the water otherwise. Of course there’s songbirds and winged insect-eaters that flock to dead trees. And last she may end up in a campfire giving warmth and the heat needed to make s’mores and memories 🙂


    Happy Daze

    06/10/2011 at 12:33 am

    • I had a scientist friend who had an interesting perspective – similar to what you are saying, but her take on it – that went along the lines of how we perceive life and death to be separate states of being, but from a molecular perspective there’s almost no difference between a thing when it is alive to when it is dead. And the ‘dead stage’ is still part of the ‘life stage’ elsewhere… that seems so obvious and yet, when she explained it, there was something more profound about it…
      We humans have such intimate, interdependent relationship with trees – one I think we tend to dismiss or ignore, even ridicule… sigh… I love my trees – I live in a area where you are pretty much forbidden to cut down any trees – and I love that, part of why I love living here…


  3. I, too, love trees, especially the old, old ones with limbs that clamber everywhere. The point about death and life being so similar on the molecular level is spot on. That dead tree is still nourishing everything around it. And it certainly enriched your photograph.

    Do you remember the to-do when Barbara Walters asked Katherine Hepburn what kind of tree she would be? I had always thought that a stupid question, and perhaps in a nationally televised interview, it was not the best question to pose. However, now that I have realized that my spirit totem (if you will) is a tree, the question seems almost deep. I think that I would be an oak or a weeping willow (complete opposites).



    09/10/2011 at 6:19 am

    • I am pretty sure in the realm of reality where you are a tree, you are be a seamless cross between an oak and a weeping willow and there is no contradiction.


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