“The Wisdom of Trees”

“The Wisdom of Trees”        Graphite 9″ x 12″

the_wisdom_of_treesblogTrees begin their long lives smooth of bark with no discernible features.  Only after many, many cycles of seasons when the tree begins to develop a very thick skin,  does anything resembling a face begin to emerge from the trunk.  There’s a reason for this.  It is only when a tree has achieved a ripe old age has it observed, felt and understood the ephemeral, changing, but eternal nature of life.  By then has it gained the necessary experience to speak its wisdom to the very young, and truth be told the not so young,  that they need and long to hear.  A wizened face emerges from the gnarly trunk of the tree and it is then the tree has a voice and  is available for counsel.

If you’ve ever sought out a very old tree and asked advice,  then you know that it takes along time to get an answer… if at all.  There a few reasons for this.  The first might be because the tree knows very well from having observed you since you were an acorn, that you already have the answer and are either too lazy to dig it out or you don’t believe enough in yourself to accept that what you know is the correct answer.  Second a tree might not answer because it knows that you aren’t ready or you won’t accept its advice and wisdom (because you rarely do).  And lastly and this is very often true, you simply haven’t give the old tree time enough to deliberate and decide what is the best recourse it should give to you.  So as another great wise teacher has said…patience grasshopper… patience.  All things come forth in time.

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Ann Gates Fiser

Will the Wise

Will the Wise”  9″ x 12″  Graphite

will_the_wiseWill was an extraordinary elf known across the land for his wisdom and sage advice .   He could usually be found sitting on his front porch smoking his hand carved pipe, slow lazy circling puffs of smoke curling upward.   He would turn slowly and give you a look that felt like he could see straight to the back of your soul and nothing could be hidden from those probing eyes.   If after that you still had enough gumption to ask your question,  he would consider it for a awhile and then just when you might have given up and gone home,  he  would in a quiet, very deep voice (for an elf anyway)  give his pronouncement,  his thoughtful answer to your query.    It wasn’t always what you wanted to hear but it was exactly what you needed to know.   And then you would turn to go because no one including you felt that you had leave to engage him any further. That was just the way it was.   Whenever I went to see him I always wondered if he had a friend,  someone to whom he could bounce his thoughts and feelings.   I didn’t know, but what I did know was that it wasn’t me.

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