Here I have backed up all of the blogs I wrote on Multiply, over the years. They are old, and apparently the images do not get imported, but it was worth a try. Currently I cannot seem to see any posts, but in the Dashboard it says I have over 1200 posts imported here. It may take a while to get this working.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Hugging Max' 1,300 year old Tree (with a capital "T")
Paula asked me to hug Max' 1300 year old Tree for her...
So I did!
And Stefnee remembers it, too. It's hard to forget a Tree like this... Impossible, actually.
I remember this place so clearly, the smell, hugging the tree, ringing the bell at the temple, everything as if it were just yesterday. What a beautiful part of Japan.
We have giant redwoods here in the states and as a young girl I would camp every summer up in the oldest and largest surviving natural redwood forest left on earth. Northern CA and Oregon area. Its amazing to think there are hidden groves of them here and there, and they each hold such a history and memory. Our passing and hugging them is only a simple blink, less than a moment in time. But even with that we are left with an impression, as they are left with a little piece of our energy as well.
Think of the history of those trees, the people who have passed them, slept under them... the stories they could tell if we could only listen.... sigh... I love trees.
The tree remembers!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking this photo Cam. I love YOU!!
I remember this place so clearly, the smell, hugging the tree, ringing the bell at the temple, everything as if it were just yesterday. What a beautiful part of Japan.
ReplyDeleteWe have giant redwoods here in the states and as a young girl I would camp every summer up in the oldest and largest surviving natural redwood forest left on earth. Northern CA and Oregon area. Its amazing to think there are hidden groves of them here and there, and they each hold such a history and memory. Our passing and hugging them is only a simple blink, less than a moment in time. But even with that we are left with an impression, as they are left with a little piece of our energy as well.
Think of the history of those trees, the people who have passed them, slept under them... the stories they could tell if we could only listen.... sigh... I love trees.
Nice tree!!
ReplyDeleteWell said, Paula!!
ReplyDeleteYou know... I touched the tree... but more importantly, the tree touched me!
Stefnee - On this last trip back, Max kept saying, "yep" totally naturally. It made me laugh.
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