Trees – their Beauty, their Purpose, their Importance

It’s close to fifty years ago when I went to all kind of lectures, classes, and courses. And not only that, I also was on the speaker’s circuit in English speaking countries, i.e. Canada, USA, England and even Australia. I was one of the so-called “pioneers” of the just developing alternative lifestyle. We were the odd ones during the first few years.

“Have you hugged a tree today?” We were teased.

As I looked through some old files I found this “TREE”. This goes back to the seventies. You see – even then we were concerned about our trees. Nothing wrong with “hugging a tree” or loving many! Trees, I mean…

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Author: - there was so much I never talked about and now, that my memoir "We Don't Talk About That" is written I can't stop talking about it. And the reviews I get are awesome; so I think this book needed to be written. Interesting that I receive many e-mails from people who read the book and now tell me their similar stories... Did I open "a can of worms?" I think there are so many people who carry a heavy memory load and they do need to "unload". But interesting enough, even more people want to know MORE of my life and therefore I am working on a sequel.

4 thoughts on “Trees – their Beauty, their Purpose, their Importance

  1. Oh, Giselle….I feel EXACTLY as you do about trees. I’ve had a love affair with them my entire life. Twice in my life it’s been necessary that I have trees on my property cut down…for safety once, and to allow the sun that seven other trees on the property were being denied because on one tree. I am not exaggerating when I say I cried for every bit of a week, each time. I love what you have written, and the words in the tree are beautiful. Thanks for his lovely blog.

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  2. What a beautiful poem Giselle, I agree completely. That is why we love BC!!


  3. Trees. In a forest, they whisper to you when even the lightest wind moves their leaves or branches. If you are sad, desperate with angst and fear, or drowning in grief, lean your face against a tree and tell him your story. The tree will not have comforting words like people do, but their echo will be with you and will quietly shut down when you do. Trees are your friends.


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