Talking to my cedar tree
Okay, I haven’t talked to the cedar tree next to our house yet. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t plan to go outside and say, “Hey, Cedar, how about this blustery weather or who do you like in the college football playoffs?”
For one thing, this tree is a hell of a lot older than I am and knows a lot more than I do. Science keeps proving what ancient religions and Earth mystics have known for years: trees and other plants are a lot more conscious and intelligent than we suspect.
This cedar tree was here when my wife’s grandmother lived on this same piece of property. The old homestead was torn down in the 1960s and we’ve built our house on the same spot. Just think of the comings and goings of family and friends this tree has seen and–quite possibly–filed away in its cellular memory.
At some level, I hope it notices that we’re planting bulbs, more trees and trying to be good stewards of the land that’s been in the family for five generations. On another level, my nature mystic friends tell me that there are elemental spirits associated with each tree and they will talk to us if we approach them in the right frame of mind. Well, I’m willing to try that and see what happens.
As an author of fantasy, magical realism and paranormal short stories and novels, nothing beats original experiences for uncovering new material. I’m always looking for real magic to sneak into my fiction. If you see “Cedar Tree” included in the acknowledgements of my next novel, you’ll know I found it right next to the house.