One.
A tree starts as a seed. Then it sprouts and it becomes two leaves and a little root but the seed is still there for a while. The sprout grows and soon becomes a seedling. You can’t see exactly when though. There’s no single moment when it happens. A while longer and the seedling becomes a sapling. Again, there is no moment; it happens gradually. One day, except it’s not one day, the sapling becomes a mature tree. The mature tree lives for decades or centuries, growing, changing with the seasons – blossom, leaves, fruit, rest. Eventually, the tree slows down and dies. Even dying for a tree is not a moment. Not even a traumatic death. Think of how long leaves stay green on a fallen tree. Think of how soon shoots sprout from a trunk. When a tree is finally, really dead it continues for years providing housing and food to animals, other plants, insects, fungus and bacteria.
People say, “This was this and that was that.” “I want to finish this so I can move on to that.” People want boundaries, clean breaks, delineations. These things are imaginary. In reality, you flow from one thing to the next. You ooze along. There is crossover. When you move from one city or job or relationship to another, no matter how definitive the cut, you still bring yourself. You carry the memories and effects of the old thing into the new thing. Your life is not a succession of many things. (People tell it that way because explaining the ooze takes too long.) Your life is one multi-stranded, overlapping, interconnected complex web of a thing. When you look close enough, all the divisions disappear.
Observing a tree is like watching a human life in super slow motion.
Two.
I asked the AI to show me a tree jumping off a cliff.
I’m still working on FFOREST FFRENZY Chapter 2: The Most Important Mealworm of the Day. For now, I’m farming out the artwork to an AI.
Three.
I heard Gabriels for the first time this week.
Grow slowly
Jeff
Oozing through my life like sap
Trees are my jam. I memorized a poem by Joyce Kilmore as a child due to my love of trees. I love that this forum is connected to growing slowly as a tree. It’s common sense or is it uncommon to have common sense ?