i recently entered the woods with a friend who understands and supports my need to be among the trees and the rushing water. she also understands my total (albeit incomprehensible to the thinking world's ) lack of interest in the names of things and recognizes that naming love, beauty and the very little things that grow or scamper or flutter above my head reduces them in some way because those aren't the names they have for themselves . . . for sure they're not . . . they don't even have names!!!!
so there i was, deep in the woods, on a day away from golden fish world headquarters, in the middle of some research and development work, repeating the mantra that "field work is at the core of personal work . . . ."
touching trees brings you closer to their hearts . . i have proof from personal experience...
i have heard their stories . . .
this tree told me that life's good until you get hit by lightning and start to rot . . .
then you become something else's idea of life!
not the tree's idea which had more to do with vastness and leaves and bird nests and squirrels.
which (until the lightning strike)
was a very happy tree with a superb and droll sense of humour . . .
and i found myself quivering, my eyes closing to take it all in,
a feeling washed through me that this ... surely this ... would be the insight that has eluded me for decades . . .
when suddenly . . .
the remains of this tree-that-was, fell sideways with a soft splintering sound . . . .
with me somewhat attached to it . . .
mercifully and miraculously ,
no wine was spilled in the process!!!
to protect what remains of the dignity of the golden fish organization, the rest of the sequence of photographs in which this strange man clutching a bottle of terribly sweet wine tumbles indecorously to the laughing earth,
have been consigned to the golden fish vault and will not be revealed until the golden fish world leader has successfully flown away!