Tree Singer

I met author, adventurer, singer Robin Easton when I lived in New Mexico. We spoke and sang in her Santa Fe home about singing to the earth. Robin lived in Australia, near both the tropical rainforests of Queensland and the subtropical rainforests of New South Wales. She has written a book about her experiences called Naked in Eden currently seeking publication about the many wonders and lessons she learned living in nature. I interviewed Robin for my book and this is what she had to say about her experience of sounding grief giving way to hearing and singing the song of the land: "One day as Robin sang, she sensed the vibration of the green world becoming part of her. Everything was orbiting with sound. Suddenly she felt safer here than anywhere on earth. She looked a poisonous snake in the eye and became the snake. She watched ants dragging off a bandicoot , saw a python going after a bush lark, and watched the lark give its life to protect its nest. She saw that the life force is so in love with itself that it consumes itself to create more love. She heard the dream voice of a tree speak to her. She felt the trees as protrusions of the earth, their arms in exaltation worshiping the heavens. Each tree with a different sound, the forest was a full bodied choir of angels reaching to the stars to pull their song into the earth." From Sacred Space-Sacred Sound: The Acoustic Mysteries of Holy Places

Robin shares a few pictures and comments from
Australian trees.:
"The Strangler Fig: A fruit-eating bird eats the fig, and defecates the seeds high in the fork of a tree where they germinate. A new seedling sends roots downward, wrapped around the trunk of its host and through the air to the ground. The roots rapidly grow thick and become well established in the soil.Soon the host tree is encased in a latticework of strong woody roots, some as fine as my fingers and others as large as my thigh. I’ve seen Strangler’s roots that looked like human arms wrapped around their lover, one tree embraced by another. It’s a deceptively loving embrace, one that brings eventual death to the host. The crown of the fig grows rapidly to keep pace with its roots and eventually overshadows its victim’s crown. With its light cut off and strangled by a web of roots the once healthy host-tree slowly dies and rots away to become fodder for other life."

"Ghost Gum" trees in New South Wales Australia.
"Ghost Gum was the name I was
given while doing martial arts. I walked into the
this grove of trees and sang just to listen to my
voice echo off the tall white pillars. These trees
along with Pine tree are my favorite tree in the
world. Sometimes at night if there was a full moon I
would walk into a grove of these trees and sit and
be with them because they reminded me of illuminated ghosts."

To learn more about Robin and her book go to her website at www.nakedineden.com

Can you hear the trees sing? Do you sing back? What stories do you have to share?