04/09/2022
The ancients believed there was a pole that ran through the universe, joining the underworld to earth and heaven, and at the centre of the pole towered, mighty and magnificent, the great cosmic tree. It’s branches held up the sun, the moon, the stars and the constellation, and it’s roots reached all the way down into the abyss. But when it came to defining exactly what kind of plant this might be, human fell into bitter disagreement. Some said it could only be a balsam poplar. Others argued it must be a tamarind. Yet others insisted it was a cedar or a hickory or a baobab or a sandalwood. This is how humanity divided into hostile nations, warring tribes. If you are hurting and have no one willing to listen to you, it might do you good to spend time beside a sugar maple. If it is friends and friendships on your mind, the most suitable companion would be a spruce or a ginkgo. For wisdom, try beech, for intelligence, a pine, for generosity, a hazel; for joy, a juniper. If it is love you’r after, or love you have lost, come to a fig, always the fig 💚 shafak # the island of missing tree #