A WORLD FOREST

I didn't really realize how truly rooted I am in the Pacific Northwest until I startedworking my way through Rae Beth's books. She describes a guided imagery exercise for a wildwood mystic. (and it's not too far from the Celtic view of the world) I love the description of the World Tree and I even found avery nice pendant showing a great oak with roots that go as deep as thebranches are tall. Trouble is.......I didn't grow up in the shadows of oaks,maples, or beeches.

Outside of a few trees in the yards around Oakridge, and the two dwarf apple trees in our yard I grew up surrounded by evergreens.And a single evergreen just won't do as an image for a world tree. A world forest? Perhaps. But a single evergreen simply won't survive by itself. Where an oak or maple has a low lying single trunk that branches and branches and branches an evergreen spikes straight up. I've seen a few cedars with a double trunk, maybe a triple but that's it. The branches tend to slope downwards to survive heavy snowfalls and the root system is usually shallower. This makes evergreens vulnerable in ice storms or severewindstorms. The best defense? Grow in huge groves so that each tree is protected by the others. So a world forest as a symbol of faith isn't too far off. Each tree protects the others and any damage to one tree threatens the rest. So instead of one great tree, I find myself picturing a world with a great forest in every part of the globe with the roots reaching for the center. So, where did this come from? As I read her guided imagery exercise my little avatar didn't go looking for an oak or a maple. It made tracks for the tall timber. Some place with tall trees, ferns, deep moss, some deadfall for the mushrooms and lichens to grow on, and some berry bushes. If a waterfall makes an appearance that is a definite bonus

If I can't have a waterfall then a drippy, misty, coastal forest will do very nicely.

So if my little spirit self doesn't head for the Cascades it heads for the coast. Not to the beach, to the great basalt headlands graced with low-lying evergreens shapedby the winds. To that Pacific Ocean that William Clark called the GreatWestern Ocean. When he made the entry he said he wasn't about to call it the Pacific. He hadn't had one pacific (peaceful) day since he laid eyes on it.

And silence. Not the scary, wake up in the middle of the night, where is everybody silence. But the root deep silence of the world before the firstword was spoken. Not a silence where there is no sound. Bird song, wind song and water song are part of that silence. A silence with no background hum. A silence that sings.