OLIVE TREE

A twisted old olive branch reaches for the sky.

An idea taken from:

WALDEN

~ by Henry David Thoreau

Instead of calling on some scholar, I paid many a visit to particular trees...
the black birch;
the hornbeam;
the false elm...
These were the shrines I visited both summer and winter.

Here is a grand idea, an ancient idea, and one that I have fallen in love with:

 

To visit the trees.
 

I made a date with this particularly ancient olive tree. We met in the mountains of Montenegro, where the old olive tree had put down roots, over two-thousand years ago.

When you visit a tree, you must listen - deeply and openly, to hear what wisdom the tree offers. Slow your mind and body, thinking of the rhythm and cycle of the tree - it's lifespan is long, often longer than our own. Our days may feel like minutes to a tree, just as our weeks could feel like years to a butterfly. In that slow space, we might come to understand more of the wise whispers of trees...


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 THE MUSINGS OF TREEBEARD

‘I am not going to tell you my name, not yet at any rate.’
A queer half-knowing, half-humorous look came with a green flicker into his eyes. ‘For one thing it would take a long while: my name is growing all the time, and I’ve lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time saying anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to.’
— THE TWO TOWERS, J. R. R. TOLKIEN

WHISPERS

~ by Ayla Nereo

To receive your whispers
tender breath-keepers
givers of life to these lungs
may I open my ears and
surrender
what can you tell me
how can I tend you
how can I tend to the ones
who pour life through these lungs…
 
Oldest olive tree - with a twisted trunk.
Silver leaves on an olive branch.
Stara Maslina - oldest olive tree in a circle of stone, Montenegro.

SEA, STONE & STRAW

Budva town walls by the sea - with pink stone towers.

cold stillness

and old incense

spun in swirls to the dark ceiling.

a portico

and me,

standing on the edge,

inhaling as if I could breath that smell into

the vaults of my memory

.
. . .
.

THE SMELL OF THE INCENSE :

charred bracken

stained wood

lavender fields

and musty velvet.

.
. . .
.

there was hay on the floor,

like a carpet of gold threads -

worn by shuffling feet, till the warp is all bare.


A small gold mosaic tympanum shows three angels in a pink stone wall.
Straw is laid on the floor of the church in Budva, Montenegro.
Rocks and plants by the shores of Montenegro
Budva town walls by the sea, Montenegro.
a rocky coast
Terracotta roofs in Budva.
A stone wall, a wooden door, a mosaic and an olive branch.
Paintings of saints, icons and angels in primary colours inside the dark church.
A beautifully colourful church interior, Montenegro.
The small island of Sveti Stefan, under the sun's rays, Montenegro.
A twisted old olive tree outside an Orthodox church with its gold roof gleaming.
Bronze doors with an Orthodox relief, Montenegro.
Two flames join from two prayer candles.
Bronze door handle.
Incredible church interior - painted saints and blue walls, Montenegro. 
A fallen orange, leaves attached.
A field of bare orange trees and a carpet of ripe oranges.
olive leaves
Our lady of the rocks, Montenegro.

BLAGAJ

Blagaj Tejika - a sacred spring in Bosnia and Hercegovina.

A SULTRY LOVE POEM

 

sunset on the spring turns the waters dark,
- black silk pouring forth from a low cavern.

lights are kindled now, in the dervish house,
- golden orbs that lay bobbing on the water.

and from some hidden balcony, a man's voice sounds the call to prayer,
- honey toned melancholy, trembling in the night air.

 

I could have embedded myself in the rock wall,
listening, sustaining myself with the sweetness of it all.


The black and blue waters of Blagaj in winter - near Mostar.
Water springs from the cave of Blagaj.
Blagaj Tejika - a small islamic center sits above the dark waters of the spring at sunset.
Lights in the building.
Lights spring out over the dark blue waters of Blagaj.
sunset over Blagaj and cliffs.