my tree

of_the_girl · April 2004

There's a little tree outside my dorm room window. It's not very little when you're on the ground looking up at it, but it appears little from our window, because it's not as tall as the third floor. It seems to look up at me whenever I look out the window. I look out and there is my tree, reaching up for me. I think it's a cute tree. Very perfect.

Its branches outstretch evenly, in all directions. It tries to embrace the world, just like me... but with a subtle hesitance. There's some fear in its branches, it shies away from the sky a bit, sort of like how I shy away from the world and its grand scale.

It really sounds ridiculous that I assign a TREE emotions doesn't it?? But I sense what I sense. Now obviously I know that this tree is not human -- I mean I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy. However, I believe that nature can hold emotion nonetheless. It may not produce emotion itself (or maybe it does -- read Ishmael), but it can cause emotion, most definitely.

I know this because when I look at a tree, or a cloud, or some marching ants, or anything natural to this world, something about these things sparks feeling within myself.

If someone else looked at "my tree", they might get something else from it, or maybe nothing at all.

But it's my tree. In my eyes, it's my tree. My favorite cute little tree -- that if it were a feeling creature, could relate to me. And I could relate to it.

And together we could learn to embrace the world without being so afraid.

--Jessica Leigh Fitzsimons [excerpt from my journal, Intermediate Jessica]

DopeBeastie · April 2004

do you know what kind of tree it is?
i'm partial to a Sycamore, myself
aka... button wood

there's one in my imagination
that lives outside my childhood home, also of my imagination
i used to climb down, from through my imaginary second story window to escape the not-so-imaginary boogeyman that plagued my very real child's life

it came to serve me in a poem i wrote two or so years ago... i've lost the poem, but the picture of it remains steadfast in my head... that tree loved me... it "watched" me grow
it couldn't cry when I did
but it saved me

so... i "get" what you're talking about... it's really an easy thing to commune with nature... it's just so gosh-darned innocent, yeah?

of_the_girl · April 2004

ahhhh i liked your little description there... and yes, very innocent...

nothing makes me sigh like nature...

Rogueula · April 2004

i have a tree.

who would like to see it?

of_the_girl · April 2004

Originally posted by Rogueula
i have a tree.

who would like to see it?

haha ummm... okay??

Rogueula · April 2004

Originally posted by of_the_girl
haha ummm... okay??

this board has a no pornography rule, sorry.

DopeBeastie · April 2004

ha... well, yeah... as long as this tree's not the kind that grows so fast it'll poke your eye out... dissapearing soon there after... yeah... i'll check it out

DopeBeastie · April 2004

ooops, too slow as usual
yeah, thanks anyway Rogue

<rolls eyes>

of_the_girl · April 2004

hey!! this was supposed to be a sweet, sentimental thread damn yous!!

hee hee

tracingdaisies · April 2004

On a completely non-penis-related note, I also had a tree when I was in college. I lived on the third floor of the dorm, and I loved "my tree," and everyone knew it was my tree and asked for updates every now and again. ::twilight zone music plays::

of_the_girl · April 2004

Originally posted by tracingdaisies
On a completely non-penis-related note, I also had a tree when I was in college. I lived on the third floor of the dorm, and I loved "my tree," and everyone knew it was my tree and asked for updates every now and again. ::twilight zone music plays::

ahehehehe!! that is too cool!!

DopeBeastie · April 2004

ok, so... am I the ONLY one dying to put up a favorite line from the infamous "In My Tree"?

"hey yee oh way oh la da dee doh eyes my tree fall... hey yeeee oh la da dee my eyes my tree fall"

~i have NO idea what they're saying there... anyone know?~

DopeBeastie · April 2004

tsis says it's this, but I ain't buying it

"eddie's found a home
oh at last the trees fall
eddie's blue sky home
oh at last the trees fall"

this song ain't about Ed... he'd never sing that shit...

nailz100 · April 2004

I liked the poem/ story Jessie....although I've never gotten those kind of emotions from a tree...but I've gotten them from the ocean.

FinsburyParkCarrots · April 2004

I like this, Jessie.

of_the_girl · April 2004

nailz, getting those types of emotions from ANYTHING in nature, it's all the same effect on your soul!! it's a great thing to experience, and I'm glad you've found a connection with the ocean.

Finsbury, your compliments are always appreciated.

And PastaNazi... I have NO clue what is said there... haha...

and yeah, that other thing, I'm not sure I buy that either...

ditchdolly · April 2004

While Hope, reclining upon Pleasure's urn,
Binds her wild wreaths, and whispers his return.
Once, Man entirely free, alone and wild,
Was blest as free--for he was Nature's child.
He, all superior but his God disdained,
Walked none restraining, and by none restrained
Confessed no law but what his reason taught,
Did all he wished, and wished but what he ought.
As man in his primeval dower arrayed
The image of his glorious Sire displayed, 440
Even so, by faithful Nature guarded, here
The traces of primeval Man appear;
The simple dignity no forms debase;
The eye sublime, and surly lion-grace:
The slave of none, of beasts alone the lord,
His book he prizes, nor neglects his sword;
Well taught by that to feel his rights, prepared
With this "the blessings he enjoys to guard."
And, as his native hills encircle ground
For many a marvellous victory renowned, 450
The work of Freedom daring to oppose,
With few in arms, innumerable foes,

nailz100 · April 2004

Very cool...

of_the_girl · April 2004

ditchdolly, thanks for posting some wordsworth!! rock on.

ditchdolly · April 2004

yehh!
s'wat i like

Pearl Jam and toast · April 2004

Originally posted by of_the_girl
There's a little tree outside my dorm room window. It's not very little when you're on the ground looking up at it, but it appears little from our window, because it's not as tall as the third floor. It seems to look up at me whenever I look out the window. I look out and there is my tree, reaching up for me. I think it's a cute tree. Very perfect.

Its branches outstretch evenly, in all directions. It tries to embrace the world, just like me... but with a subtle hesitance. There's some fear in its branches, it shies away from the sky a bit, sort of like how I shy away from the world and its grand scale.

It really sounds ridiculous that I assign a TREE emotions doesn't it?? But I sense what I sense. Now obviously I know that this tree is not human -- I mean I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy. However, I believe that nature can hold emotion nonetheless. It may not produce emotion itself (or maybe it does -- read Ishmael), but it can cause emotion, most definitely.

I know this because when I look at a tree, or a cloud, or some marching ants, or anything natural to this world, something about these things sparks feeling within myself.

If someone else looked at "my tree", they might get something else from it, or maybe nothing at all.

But it's my tree. In my eyes, it's my tree. My favorite cute little tree -- that if it were a feeling creature, could relate to me. And I could relate to it.

And together we could learn to embrace the world without being so afraid.

--Jessica Leigh Fitzsimons [excerpt from my journal, Intermediate Jessica]

know exactly how you're feelin'

my tree

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