This is a freewrite from a class I took with Maxima in Nevada City area 12/12 It has been requested from a dear woman who attended the class that I record it and send it to her.
(a request I’ve not had before, its floors me,
I feel honored)
So finally after almost a year I get to it.
Thanks for your patience Prema.

It is now 10/19/13 and
I am sitting in my van using the wifi from the Mt.Shasta library.
It is amazingly warm after some frosty days only a week ago.
Still cold at night tho.
Autumn burgundy and gold splay themselves with brillance upon
the leaves of trees in my view and all the glorious hues of green
salute them with their ever Presence.

I will include the following entry tho I realized after recording it that it wasn’t the one Prema referred to, but I just didn’t
want to erase it . . The entry after is for you Prema ~

My beautiful trees
I think of them often as I have been away
Now I am back and I feel a bit of tears
raining from their top most branches
a shower of love to me
that I am back
they wish for me to stay tho
they understand that I have had to go
they long for me to be close
they say to me
“if you are around even one of us,
you are around all of us”
but I am here, I am here now
I am with my “Special” tree
who has a gash in her side,
the sap runs out and down where
I can pull it out with my fingers,
it is sticky and smells so fresh,
pungent and sparkly Alive
I melt down on the ground at the
base of the tree so I can release
all the weight from my shoulders and
cry so deep because I missed them so much
I feel the prickly branches beneath me that are small
and the leaves that are all around me
I feel this comfort like an earthen blanket

* ~ *

I laid outside on the ground with
the prickly twigs and rocks and grass
beneath me like I imagine doing by my tree
I see on my walks
I lay on the ground with the rays
of the sun streaming all around me
& think of this my tree
I invision the huge gash
in its side and the seeping sap
that pours out of this wound
She speaks to me in this rich
earthen tone within my psyche mind
“This cut deep into the side of me
is more than a wound of pain for me
to heal it is an experience I undertook
whether or not it is one I specifically
chose to partake in in exactly the way
it came about matters not for it provided
me and opportunity, an opening to expand
beyond a limited view into an unknown
this is why we have chosen each other
for you too grow beyond your given circumstances (pause)
I will assist you in any way I can
my dear loyal friend
for ours is a heartfelt connection
of deepening value tho I am a tree
with skin of bark and wood
and you of softer muscles
We can merge as lovers in etheric realms”
I lay down upon the ground and tumble
down his roots