adding page because of this post via Maria:
they speak a sophisticated silent language, communicating complex information
no words ness
Beneath the mystery lay a fascinating frontier of scientific research, which would eventually reveal that this tree was not unique in its assisted living. Neighboring trees, scientists found, help each other through their root systems — either directly, by intertwining their roots, or indirectly, by growing fungal networks around the roots that serve as a sort of extended nervous system connecting separate trees.
our interconnectedness.. retirement/assisted-living/palliative-care ness.. ie: rp ness
at the mercy of wind and weather. But together, many trees create an ecosystem that moderates extremes of heat and cold, stores a great deal of water, and generates a great deal of humidity. And in this protected environment, trees can live to be very old. To get to this point, the community must remain intact no matter what. If every tree were looking out only for itself, then quite a few of them would never reach old age.
none of us if one of us ness – the dance of one
Every tree, therefore, is valuable to the community and worth keeping around for as long as possible.
A tree can be only as strong as the forest that surrounds it.
Is some of our inability to see this bigger picture of shared sustenance in human communities a function of our biological short-sightedness? Are organisms who live on different time scales better able to act in accordance with this grander scheme of things in a universe that is deeply interconnected?
trees operate on time scales dramatically more extended than our own, they operate far more slowly than we do — their electrical impulses crawl at the speed of a third of an inch per second.
The wolves turned out to be better stewards of the land than people, creating conditions that allowed the trees to grow and exert their influence on the landscape.
In the remainder of The Hidden Life of Trees, Wohlleben goes on to explore such fascinating aspects of arboreal communication as how trees pass wisdom down to the next generation through their seeds, what makes them live so long, and how forests handle immigrants.
ni ness (rewire: ds meets ni, ic)
perhaps like a starfish, a rhizome root, an art-ist, decentralizing/disrupting ourselves, perhaps via personal fabrication, from our manufactured hierarchies will set us free to live in peace/grace/rest/calm/truth/love. [hello stigmergy]
the dance of one
listen & clap ness
Maria Popova (@brainpicker) tweeted at 6:01 AM – 8 Nov 2017 :
The wisdom of trees – Walt Whitman on what our silent friends teach us about being rather than seeming https://t.co/n0Bv2gOabBhttps://t.co/CtcVnPafAz(http://twitter.com/brainpicker/status/928246133071253506?s=17)
Whitman.. suffered a severe stroke that left him paralyzed. It took him two years to recover — convalescence aided greatly, he believed, by his immersion in nature and its healing power. “How it all nourishes, lulls me,” he exulted, “in the way most needed; the open air, the rye-fields, the apple orchards.”.
reminds of Naoki.. and swimming in nature
How strong, vital, enduring! how dumbly eloquent! What suggestions of imperturbability and being, as *against the human trait of mere seeming. Then the qualities, almost emotional, palpably artistic, heroic, of a tree; so innocent and harmless, yet so savage. **It is, yet says nothing.
**holmgren indigenous law .. listening beyond words
how trees secretly talk to each other – 1 min video – wood wide web
and feed each other
Andreas Weber (@biopoetics) tweeted at 6:13 AM – 30 Aug 2018 :
Reality is reciprocity. https://t.co/QnWsPlp4uD (http://twitter.com/biopoetics/status/1035138538701025282?s=17)
enough ness.. garden-enough ness..
Then she found a small clearing surrounded byfirsAnd she stopped and she heard what the trees said to herAnd she sat there for hours not wanting toleaveFor the forest said nothing, it just let her
full poem here: [https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=532848395642714&set=a.419259413668280]
The beautiful picture is by Siski Kalla from our children’s book of this poem
And the poem itself is also in the collection Talking to the Wild