Night time often brings strange visions and voices. Dreams but more than dreams as they are tied to waking life and seem especially important. Sometimes I rememeber things, sometimes not, but last night trees were the topic of my nocturnal musing. I suppose I might have been concerned about the destruction our environment, but trees have always had special meaning for me. In a book I read a while back, they were called "the standing people" and it listed all the things trees had done for humankind. It was amazing---from false teeth to crutches to food. Anyway, in the dream this bit of dialogue was especially vivid. Never having been to Paris I can't vouch for their superior concern for trees, but the thought was that "in France trees are things you get to know. In America trees are things you cut down to make a highway". I woke for a minute after this dream full of sadness and amzed at the clarity of that statement, then I went back to sleep. This morning I surfed around seeking more information on "the standing people" and I came across this site. That's what is so wonderful about the Web. It can be used in sacred ways. Today I will remember and say hello to every standing person I meet. I will doff my hat to a tree.
http://www.theblueridgehighlander.com/Hemlock-Gift-Giver-of-the-Standing-People/