Guten Tag, Reader, Green is their costumeāthe business suit of the deciduous treesāsignaling that they are working, producing, and transforming. They make energy out of sunlight. Transform out-breath into in-breath. Humans, in their quest to understand, describe, and name all things, call it photosynthesis. I call it tree green magic. The slower I walk among the trees, the less interested I am in understanding, describing, and naming things. When participants on my nature immersion walks ask, āWhat shrub/bird/berry/flower/tree is this?ā I ask back, āWhat are you noticing about it?ā The question invites curiosity. A desire to actually get to know the being in question and explore its shape, smell, sound, texture, color, movement, neighbors⦠Whereas, when I used to respond with the official western name (rocky mountain maple, stellar jay, snowberry, knapweed, douglas firā¦) that often seemed satisfactory enough, checked some internal box, even if the brain could not recall the name by the time we returned to the parking lot.
I am glad some humans went and figured out the science behind tree green magic, though.
Without their desire to explain, I would have missed the š” moment in when I learned that the green in the leaves is not their true colorāthe yellows, oranges, and reds are. Only when trees get the āitās autumn, dudesā signal (longer nights, cooler temperatures, and who knows what hidden messages float by in the seasonās winds) do they stop working so hard, cease producing chlorophyll, and prepare to rest through winter. And thatās when they shine in all their true glory. Makes you wonder, doesnāt it, whatās waiting underneath our productivity veil, behind the chain mail we forge out of our to-do lists, protecting us from facing the fact that we might not be who we thought we were, who the culture formed us to be. Are our true colors waiting for us to slow down, prepare for rest, stop the hustle? I intend to find out through an extensive cut to my social media presence this fall. Will you join me? How might you slow life down and prepare for a more restful winter? Hit reply and let me know. Midlife Wilderness ExpeditionsIf you are a midlife woman with a desire to shed some outdated shoulda-coulda-woulda, consider joining the Midlife Wilderness Expeditions Fall Adventure. āRegistration is open for another week or so, but the opening Zoom session happens on Monday, October 7. The website has some details, but please donāt hesitate to ask me anything about it. Or book an absolutely obligation-free meet-the-coach call. Forest BathingIf you are in the Missoula area, I also have two opportunities to experience Forest Bathing with me:
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