I walked among the trees, observing that many of them had human carvings edged on their trunks. Some carvings were names, others the archetypal “Jane and Joe” or “J & J” and yet others words or even figures; most common among them where hearts.
- Is this insensitive to the trees?
- An ancient ritual that we are compelled to do at certain moments in our life?
- Or simple vandalism?
Engrossed in the questions as I was, the tree’s response surprised me.
” Lovers, seekers and those in need of hope carve their dreams and desires in our bodies, hoping to grow, become, transcend, endure and manifest them in spite the uncertainty of life.”
“Then you don’t mind?” I asked.
“Do YOU mind?” the tree asked back. “Do you mind the names, memories and feelings that have been carved in your heart?”
“No,” I said, realizing that they all made me richer, even the ones that were painful.
“Neither do I,” the tree answered.