When i think of BaumBleibe,
i think of Marcus Maria Jung ‘s tree photo and the Rainer Maria Rilke poem, “Rise Up Rooted Like Trees.”
“Each thing—
each stone, blossom, child—
is held in place…
If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.
So, like children, we begin again…
to fall… “
Rilke’s Bood of Hours: Love Poems to God
[Allow me to pause here and share that it was Rilke’s poem Herbst—Autumn—that helped me understand why practicing “falling” is how i will arrive].
i see a tree portal and feel drawn to enter and let myself fall?
Fall, until i can feel that it’s actually true:hands are holding me and the world i live in, the relationships i have.
You are invited to enter the tree portal and let yourself fall with me.
Fall until you can feel that it’s actually true, hands are holding you and the world you live in, the relationships you have.
Imagining you “let yourself fall with me” inspires me to chant the TreeBleibe song
for us and the world we live in, the relationships we have.
Something just spooked the cat.