Tree Pose

The Stoic philosopher and Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius once wrote,

It is in your power, whenever you choose, to retire into yourself. For nowhere either with more quiet or more freedom from trouble does a man retire than into his own soul

— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

This advice reminds me of one of the messages in the Bhagavad Gita, a two-thousand year-old Hindu text:

Wherever the mind wanders, restless and diffuse in its search for satisfaction without, lead it within, train it to rest in the Self.  Abiding joy comes to those who still the mind.

— Vishnu, Bhagavad Gita

I’ve been trying to put this advice into practice.  Walking down the street in the face of an icy winter wind, I make an effort to relax.  Instead of fretting at subway delays, I imagine shifting my brain into neutral gear.

The other day, arriving at a restaurant a few minutes before my wife, I took a deep breath and put away my phone…

… and looking up found myself staring at a guitarist.  Walking in, I hadn’t noticed there was a jazz trio playing in the corner.

Out the front window of the restaurant stood a tree lifting its branches in what seemed a joyous effort.  It suddenly reminded me of the “tree pose” I used to practice during yoga class.  The phone came back out for a moment, and I snapped this picture:

Photo credit:  Yogalife

Later on, a friend commented that the picture didn’t look quite right.  What I had recalled from yoga class was the move we used to do immediately after tree pose.  This position goes by different names, including “extended balance pose.”  Whatever you call it, the tree was clearly in that pose.  The point is, that when you put away the phone, you start to notice things.

While I can balance in the tree pose, I’m not flexible enough to do justice to the extended balance pose.  Trees, of course, can’t move their limbs like we do, but they’re flexible enough to accommodate the elements.

In flood time you can see how some trees bend,
And because they bend, even their twigs are safe,
While stubborn trees are torn up, roots and all.

— Sophocles, Antigone

Sophocles’ point is that people should learn from trees:  bend, don’t break.  We should act like the wise man, who’s open to learning new things, rather than the stubborn man, who insists on his own opinion even when it might not be right.

Trees exhibit flexibility when it comes to weathering the storm.  But they’re relentless in their pursuit of the light.  I love how trees reach toward the sky:


plane tree sky

Flexibility and relentlessness make a strong combination.  The first trees appeared just three or four hundred million years ago, yet today Earth is home to 3.04 trillion of them, according to a recent study.   Their hard work has evidently paid off.

It is not an effort for certain liquids to form crystals, or for certain elements to combine with certain other elements and form new compounds, but it is an effort for a tree to resist the wind, to lift up tons of water and minerals against gravity, to force its roots through the soil or grip the rock, and it is an effort for the mother to bear and nurse her young. For anything to live and grow, effort is needful; not commonly a painful effort, but a joyous one.

John Burroughs, Accepting the Universe

228 billion of those trees reside in the US, or about 716 per person.  A few years ago, I could barely tell the difference between an oak and a pine.  Thanks to a few hikes with distinguished forester Mike Kudish, as well as online resources, I now recognize a number of trees growing in New York:  pitch pine, red pine, white pine, northern red oak, pin oak, white oak, hemlock, ash, cherry, black cherry, beech, yellow birch, white birch, river birch, balsam fir, red spruce, mountain ash, shagbark hickory, walnut, black locust, honey locust, gingko, sweet gum, larch, cottonwood, willow, magnolia, catawba, chestnut oak, chestnut saplings, Norwegian spruce, sugar maple, red maple, silver maple, goosefoot maple, staghorn sumac, ailanthus, sassafras, yellow poplar, aspen, basswood, sycamore, plane tree, eastern red cedar, apple, and callery pear.  When in California recently, I admired the Monterey Cypress, coastal live oak, eucalyptus, and manzanita, and during a visit to Pinnacles National Park, encountered Pinus sabiniana, also known as Grey Pine, Ghost Pine, Digger Pine, or California Foothill Pine, which is distinguished by its whispy needles and hefty cones.

grey pine
Grey Pine

I’ve recently become interested in lichen, which are combinations of fungus and algae or cyanobacteria.  Lichen is sensitive to pollution, and it’s a little depressing when I run through New York City seeing the trees standing naked, or at most dusted faint green in a few spots.  In the Catskills, where the air is pure and clean, the trees are surrounded by luxuriant moss and draped in lichen shimmering blue, grey, and green.

tree with lichen

There’s a lot more I could write about trees, but I need to get back to work.  The Bhagavad Gita warns us that you can’t achieve perfection by shirking duty, and Marcus Aurelius would remind me to act purposefully.

I’m pushing the gearshift back into drive, but also looking forward to my next run.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

— Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road

Tree Pose

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