I want to think about trees. Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment. There are many created things in the universe that outlive us, that outlive the sun, even, but I can't think about them. I live with trees. There are creatures under our feet, creatures that live over our heads, but trees live quite convincingly in the same filament of air we inhabit, and in addition, they extend impressively in both directions, up and down, shearing rock and fanning air, doing their real business just out of reach.
In "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek," Annie Dillard reflects on the unique relationship humans have with trees. Unlike other creations that may outlast us or even the sun, trees occupy a special space in our lives. They exist both above us and below us, interacting with the environment in ways we can only appreciate from a distance. Their presence is a reminder of the interconnectedness of life.
Dillard emphasizes how trees are deeply embedded in our everyday experience, illuminating the idea that they are an inseparable part of our world. Their roots dig into the earth while their branches reach for the sky, symbolizing their dual influence. This dynamic existence invites us to contemplate the profound roles trees play in our lives and in nature, as they silently perform their vital functions just beyond our immediate grasp.
