Tuesday, March 24, 2009



The synergy of nature is so very evident this time of year. Before the leaves of the trees begin their emergence and eventual camouflage of their barren, winter skeletons, their support and transport systems are exposed for all to see. The trees, with their roots anchored in the earth for support and absorption of water and nutrients, gain most of their size from carbon dioxide absorbed from the air. The trunks of the tree give the leaf-bearing branches the height to reach the sun. In a photosynthetic dance, they devour carbon dioxide and give forth oxygen.

Trees exhale life rich oxygen for our bodies. Our respiration exchanges carbon dioxide and oxygen between the lungs and blood and between blood and body tissue. The circulatory blood flows nutrients, waste and gases to and from our cells and tissues. We exhale the gas, carbon dioxide, in reciprocation, back to the trees.

Breathing supplies our heart and brain with life sustaining oxygen. Our crucial breaths, full of emotion, express laughter and tears, bursts of anger, cries of contentment, sighs of relief, or become shallowly contracted with fear. The breath is sacred.

Mother Nature knows that it is not necessary to reinvent the wheel. Our nourishment systems appear to be nearly identical. In humans, nourishment comes via arteries, veins and capillaries while trees are supplied through the lines of trunk, branches and twigs. The Mother, in her infinite wisdom, magically mimics vital architecture from life form to life form.

"God breathed into man the breath of life, and man became a living soul."

Biblical scripture


Mrsupole said...

Trees are so important to our well being. Most people do not know this. It saddens me to see them cutting down so many forests around the world. Plus so many of them are being destroyed by that pesky little bark beetle. Most of the firewood we got this year has all the holes in it from the damage they have done. It is amazing to see the destruction when they show it from satellite pictures. When all the trees are gone it will be too late.

Save the trees!!!

Great picture of the viens and arteries.

God bless.

Baino said...

Except gum trees (Eucalypts) because their leaves drop all year round and their branches snap off at a whim . .then maybe I just have too many of them - but they do smell lovely!

Ronda Laveen said...

Mrs:Yes, we must save the trees. They do so much for us. But sometimes, blights like the beetles and forest fires serve to strenghthen the system by taking the weak and allowing clear space for the strong to procreate.

Baino: Yeah, I know some trees can be PIAs (pain in the a**), but for your existence, it is good that you have many. You are in an extremely oxygen rich environment. Maybe you just need to thin a bit. And you are right, I love eucalypts even though I am allergic. They smell so wonderful.

Candie Bracci said...

Amen to this.Beautiful post and it's so true.Trees are important,respect them.And yes we have a tree inside us,a beautiful picture there.

Reya Mellicker said...

The tree is definitely the God of everything. That form is the imprint for all things physical and energetic, at least.

Every time I read your blog, or your comments, I think, "Are Ronda and I separated at birth?" We have so many common views, you feel like family to me.

How I would love to get on your table and experience a session of your healing! Maybe someday I'll visit California again. Wow.

Ronda Laveen said...

Candie: Yes, trees are so much more than a beautiful thing to look at. They are active and vital.

Reya: I feel the same way as you about our connection. Our initials are both R.M. My maiden name was Morris. Our fathers were photographers. Your mother didn't happen to be a waitress did she? Our ages, birth month and careers are the same. You live on one coast, I on another. We both read and study the same things. Our thoughts and thinking patterns are similar.

We seem to resonate to the same frequency. And I too, feel like I have known you all of my life. Like a Doppelganger, a ghostly (etheric?) double. The separated at birth theory is kind of eerie. I was conceived as triplets in my mother's womb. As time went by in the pregnancy, the other embryos died. Their remains were left in my ovaries as cysts called Dermoid. I didn't find this out until I was 30 and had problems. They didn't use ultrasound then like they do now. I have always felt like there were other me's just around the corner. Hmmm...

Ronda Laveen said...

Reya: I would love a turn on your table too! Maybe some day we will meet in the middle.

Avid Reader said...

This is a special time to observe the bare trees, with the buds appearing.

Reya Mellicker said...

Wow, the triplets piece is really interesting. Wow. Ooops. Already said that.

My mother was a fashion copywriter. She didn't give a rat's ass about fashion but she was a great writer, a political activist and a very wise person. Everyone loved her and I miss her still.

YES sometime let's do meet here or there or in the middle and exchange work. That would be wonderful.

Ronda Laveen said...

Avid Reader: Yes, I love watching the trees bud out. We have many oaks here. Well, actually many, many trees. But the oaks are amazing. They seem to change daily.

Reya: Well there you have it! Everyone loved my mother too! She was quick with a smile and quick with a joke. She had people come from miles to visit her at work. They just loved sitting at "Barbie's" station. I miss mine too.

Evening Light Writer said...

There is a big, olgd tree outside of the library that I can see from a window. I look at that tree often and I am centered by it..it reminds me that I am living and breathing and that I am just a small part of the bigger picture..that all the world is living and breathing around me.

Your post came just in time, I was having a landslide day and I was reminded by your lovely words that my troubles aren't really troubles.

Your post reminds me of a poem by Joyce Kilmer (NC poet)

(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
- Joyce Kilmer

Ronda Laveen said...

Thank you Mindy. Your lovely gift of this poem uplifts my heart. Thank you.

Holly Jolly said...

Keep posting those LOVELY photos of northern California. I grew up south west of Redding decades ago....they recall memories of sweet childhood simplicities. THANK YOU

Ronda Laveen said...

Hi Holly Jolly: I will keep posting the north Calif photos. Spring is soooo beautiful here! Nice to have you stop by.