Memorial Epilog: The Wind in the Trees

Continued from Memorial Service for a Friend

I was hurting more than I knew.

I'm not sure what I was looking for at the memorial service, but whatever it was, I didn't find it.

I've been to a Unitarian service that was quite uplifting. It dealt with what people are feeling and helped folks to come to grips with those feelings. It was also open in a way that allowed anyone of any faith or form of belief to listen and take the words to heart.

But this was a Methodist service. It was about as comforting as a slab of granite. It was all about "Jesus is the only true lord and savior". I could live with "our savior". If they believe it, fine. But the only one? Pretty much a slap in the face to all the good Taoists, Buddhists, and Hindus that have peopled the earth. I grew up in that tradition, but it's a combination of ignorance and arrogance that is only matched by doctors.

Then there was the bit about her being baptized. So according to them, she was fine. But the underlying message was that anyone who hasn't been baptized is doomed. There was a bunch of other nonsense, but that was the gist of it. The whole thing was an orchestrated bit of fear-mongering calculated to make people join the club. Not one word of comfort in anything I heard. I took as much of it as I could stand. Then I left.

On the way back, I noticed that the breeze in the trees were speaking to me with a much louder voice, and they eased my heart. So went out to talk to them for a while.

I spent the next 5 hours hiking through the woods. Every time the wind rustled through the leaves, I stopped to listen. I thought I was going out to "talk" to the wind in the trees. But it wasn't about talking. It was about
listening.

The rustling of the leaves spoke in a language without words. There was nothing for my head to grasp. Instead, it spoke straight to my heart. High on a hilltop, with the wind rustling the grasses, I felt Vikki's presence, accompanied by a powerful healing force. It eased the pain, and made acceptance possible.

The next morning, I awoke with thoughts of the time we shared. I found myself focusing on her life, rather than being consumed by her death. Her last months were filled with hope, joy--and lots of ice cream. She had no regrets. She said that knowing she only had a few months to live gave her a whole new perspective on life, and she focused on what was important.

She taught me a lot about how to live. The wind in the trees made it possible for me to hear the lessons.

Comments:

The wind in the trees was the silent voice of Him. Its a still, small voice that we so often ignore but its the voice of truth. Each time you hear His music, stop to listen and realize His infinite power and inestimable love. He who has ears, let him hear.

Posted by C on April 21, 2008 at 02:52 AM PDT #

Thanks for the thoughts, C. I love it, except for the words "Him", "His", and "He'. There is no "him", nor a "she", or "it". To personify the voice of truth is to impose limits on that which is limits. Worse, it creates a sense of a "person" who "wants" things from you. But it's not that way. (That's he fundamental mistake of the Christian religion.)

The "voice of truth" is a beautiful expression that translates into an awareness of universal forces. Understanding those forces and living in harmony with them lets you roll with the flow. But's not that you "must", or that you are "bad" if you don't. It's just that, like crashing waves and the force of gravity, education continues until, at last, one hears and understands the "voice of truth".

Posted by Eric Armstrong on April 22, 2008 at 03:57 AM PDT #

you are weird,,,,

Posted by bob. on November 25, 2008 at 12:22 AM PST #

Possibly, Bob. But words are tools.

I was only able to reconnect by getting out of my head, by getting away from words for a while.

To the degree that words do get used, I think you'll find that you refusing to use "limiting words" helps to better comprehend and connect with the essentially limitless.

Posted by Eric Armstrong on February 26, 2009 at 03:58 AM PST #

This is a very uplifting story :)

The voice of truth is different for all. For some it may be through the bible, for others it may lie in another path. I dont believe God would send someone to hell for calling him by different name or believing in animism.

And I know what you mean. I listen and speak to the trees as well. For the wind that we use to commune they also use to speak with us fellow beings. And sometimes they tell us things that we can understand and others things they may say might just be ment to touch our hearts in such a way where words are not needed. The feeling of friendship and love :)

Posted by Drew on November 23, 2009 at 11:19 AM PST #

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