True Tree Mystery

I am going to relate this exactly as it occured, without explaination or apology.

I was going for a walk,

as I often do,

And was parambulating down a lovely tree lined street on a summery Los Angeles February day,

and my thoughts and eyes were drifting too and fro, winding along with my feet,

when suddenly,

a particular tree caught my eye.  As soon as I saw it, “Beautiful” was the thought that came into my mind.  As I looked at it, it was as if I fell into a deep love with this tree as my gaze descended upon its limbs.  It was an intense tree.  The bark was smooth and silvery, riddled with knot holes that looked like eyes.

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It had no leaves, each of its bony fingers naked in the sun.

I felt absolutely compelled to go up to this tree, and to touch it.

It was as if there was no way I was not going to touch this tree, hahaha.

So, of course, I walked up and touched the tree.

I closed my eyes and placed my hand upon it and just kind of spaced out feeling the tree,

when it happened.

I heard it talk to me.

“Help”

it said, very clearly, very plainly, very…DISTINGUISHABLY.

My eyes shot open and I looked at the tree.  When I actually LOOKED at the tree, right in front of my face, like directly in front of my face, exactly lined up with my eyes,

was a deep knot in the tree, and it was FILLED with trash.

All kinds of garbage had been shoved deep into it, by some stroller eating horrible poisonous food and then depositing their disgusting waste into a living being.

If you can imagine, it would be as if you were standing on a street corner and someone came by and shoved their Mcdonald’s garbage into your mouth.

Your mouth if you are lucky.

I INSTANTLY knew what the tree needed, and that indeed, its call for help was no hallucination, but very real.  I set about clearing the garbage out of the tree.

It was filthy, and as I pulled out that last wrapper shoved deep within it a cacophony of insects emerged in a spiraling swirl of haste.

I could feel the tree heave a sigh of relief as the insects scattered out of the wound,

and I was filled with a feeling that can best be described as being very much like “Sen” in “Spirited Away” when she uncorked the river dragon’s spirit in the bathtub.

I looked at the tree, brushed it off, and gave it a high five and went along my way.

Why would I have looked at THIS tree, so specifically?  There was a whole lined street FULL of trees, and only ONE that was full of garbage, and only ONE that I looked at.  Statistically, the odds of my arriving in that space to provide that service for the tree at that moment are impressive.

I felt, very certainly, that the tree had pulled my eyes upon it, and drew me over to it in order that I may help remove the thorn from its paw.

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