My father was a summertime arborist growing up. Called him Bobby Appleseed. So I know a thing or two about it. Thousands of trees I was entrusted with watering week in and week out over the years. Tuned my senses to the outside airs, it did. Living in the woods furthered the sensitivity.
It’s why we wanted to be there in preparation for the feelings preceeding the pLandemic, before the bad men came and pushed us away from our home there. Well, one of many good reasons…
When you snap cold, then hot, then cold, then hot it kills the trees. The tree is the first line of defense of the forest. When you scathe the trees, the vegetation underneath will surely follow. Why does a body suppose there is vertical integration in localized weather systems slashing and burning the old alders in places of planned public works development or simply relocating the people of the endless acres of woods? Remain indoors, do not leave your homes, cover your face…
A word on divide and conquer. The forest cannot be divided. It’s just endless. It sucks you in within a few yards some places particularly thick. You’d get lost a few feet away from home, if you didn’t know to trust your senses.
When you live in the woods for some time with no electricity, having ours pulled at first was a curse and then became a blessing. We became tuned to Mother Earth. We could smell the change in the weather. And we could literally feel it when we came back into town in and amongst the electricity. I call it buzzy. A fish in water doesn’t know it when in that water, you have to first leave the water for a time to know the difference. Doesn’t count if you bring the boombox with you.
Nikola Tesla used to claim he could hear electricity and even hear the old trains miles in the distance, probably the more on crisp cold days. Well, it’s true. He could.
It’s not anything remarkable being able to listen. All it takes is allowing yourself enough rest of the ears to acclimate. Most anyone a little in touch with the sensitivities can do it. Maybe like a foot with too much wearing of the shoe many become numb and grow out of it real young, I’m not sure. It’s not possible here in the city to know the art of the listen. It just isn’t.
Been stuck here too long. I may be starting to forget.
