have always loved forestry. I love the woods. I love the forests.
I love the trees. When I was a teenager I worked for the Wisconsin
Conservation Department as a person who would go to the various high
schools and show moving pictures on the beauty of Wisconsinís forests
and excite people to fall in love with the woodlands of Wisconsin
therein desiring to preserve them.
I was fortified with fine films,
slides and pieces of wood representing all of the primary forest trees
of Wisconsin. I went to a class for docents who taught this philosophy
throughout the schools in Wauwatosa and Milwaukee Wisconsin. It was
loads of fun. It was an ego builder too. It gave me my first opportunity
to speak publicly and somewhat professionally. For at the department
they had those people trained in teaching docents how to go out and tell
about the stateís forests.
While I was not a college or
university teacher or lecturer or one who leads guided tours through
museums, my film and slide shows were my museums, my Forestry Hall Of
Fame. I had lots of fun. I presented the programs for myself and for
my pleasure and for my fullest enjoyment. It was a manner of performing
before the public which has remained with me all of my life.
My gardener here on the University
of Healing campus told me I must not water my pine trees too much, they
would come to ill if I did. So, with minimum water, I watched tree after
tree wither away and being removed. Then I listened within and heard:
The trees in the Wisconsin forests are deluged with heaven sent rains
which wash their needles and nourish their roots. Sometimes this happens
often and abundantly and other times not so much. In seasons of drought
the rings on the trunk of the tree were tight together. During opulent
weather seasons the tree rings were healthy and vigorous.
So I set up a routine to daily or at
least every other day fill a retaining basis at the base of each pine
tree with water to three inches deep and sprinkle the water over the
needles allowing them to bathe in the glorious freshness of the water.
Smile, after listening within to my
divine self, my trees are verdant and glorious to look at. Even those
singing their swan song are hanging in there with a few needles still
green and lots of my blessings.
Listening to the divine within
brings wonderful results and I am so glad I did.
-Dr Herbert L Beierle