Whispers of Trees: Crossing the Line

Last Updated on August 29, 2017 by Patrick

The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the supernatural… The brighter it becomes, the more it loses its sound, until it turns into silent stillness and becomes white.
Wassily Kandinsky

I woke up this morning to find out that today is a national holiday (the beheading of Saint John the Baptist) and I shouldn’t do any work but celebrate, though I have no means to celebrate with, apparently. I see the trees outside and notice that their branches and twigs are reaching for the light, as philosophical and evangelical it may seem. ‘Tis the truth what I see! They are celebrating.

Another warm season, another opportunity to go out in Nature and do some photography. It is a way to collect data, some may say, it is a way of seeing, learning, having fun, creating something beatiful by framing it according to what we see and like, others may agree upon. To me it’s just about everything, a way of meditation, more than a way of seeing. I say this because I went beyond seeing, I went to the realm of contemplating, although sometimes strange feelings go through me while I do it.

In the woods, now the trees act differently than I used to find them some years ago. They act through color, through light and by being silent, that is they don’t act, they stay passive. I can’t hear their whispers, I see them. Green is now the color with which they communicate some things to me, though I don’t fully understand them yet. Maybe later…

I saw that stillness is a way of inteligently and wisely creating though everything is done, has been created before. It’s the silence that makes the music. I find great wisdom in not doing anything and just being still, silent, untouched and untouchable. You find a way of balancing everything: you, Nature, the Universe. You are the balance, the scale. Without the scale, there is no music to hear. And so, when I look at the still trees I see a way of the Universe speaking through them, because when one is silent, the other speaks and vice versa.

There must be a line, a limit, so to say, to cross, isn’t it, in order to hear differently than we are used to. I think that this line is by loosening the resistance, by stop resisting ultimately. By resisting we keep talking and we only hear ourselves. By not resisting, by being still we become altruistic and let the Universe do and be done. It is all practical, it is all practice till it becomes doable. The very fact of being hard to do it is because of resistance. We resist even to stop resisting.

And then awe comes. Or was it there before? Yes it was! I was holding on to something else and didn’t want to believe it. Did you notice when you meditate and receive information that you cannot believe that information at first? I know I do. It’s unbelievable, especially how simple it is. What I cannot believe is more than it’s simplicity, it’s its obvious, its abstract nature of sort.

By crossing the line I live with my head in the clouds, though I still have my feet onto the earth. What I am telling you right now it’s more than just philosophy through photography, it is a practical way of meditating on the go, while we act, while we do things, in every moment. What’s too bad is the fact that I have to go in Nature in order to practice more of this. In the city is very hard to me due to all the distractions that are.

The city has it all, some people say, and that is why the city is the paradise most people dream of. It is because of it why people say it is the land of all opportunities. While people find it harder to meditate and be still they will have a desire, stronger and stronger, to live together so close to each other that they gather themselves in the urban conglomerates, in the croudiness of it all. It is strange also the fact that more and more people, nowadays, want to go back to the rurals, to Nature, to have a house in the countryside, some land to tillage, for crops and all, to cultivate their vegetables, their fruit trees and all of that. They feel the need to go back and why, if the city is the paradise we all want? This is an important question. I think because they miss the peace and quiet they once had. The city only offers them the age of speed and the mind, the intellect, is a very slow machine. It needs time to grasp things, because things have multi-interdimensions that cannot be seen nor understood in a fraction of a second.

Nature offers slow development, over time, not taking huge leaps. The Universe wasn’t built in a second. While there is an infinitely small, there is also an infinitely large. And the mind contemplates on a slowly scale, so to speak, not taking large leaps and speed is not its best attribute. So being slow is not being dumb. It’s just that the intellect is not intelligence.

Making photography is about capturing, expressing and showcasing beautiful moments, whether with or without people in the frame. Perfect and decisive moments are due to people reading the moments in a special way. It is about talent and it is also about practising it though with freedom of creation. I’ll keep photographing and learn of beautiful moments to fill my Soul and show them to you.

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