“Welcome!” exclaim the two small Juniper plants in unison.
“Why, thank you!” I respond appreciatively at their well rehearsed performance. On either side of the path in the highest part of the Woods, they bow repeatedly and exageratedly offer grand, sweeping gestures. Their irony is not lost on me. They were often the plant used to make traditional witches brooms .
Yes Bienvenue, ma petite! says the nearby old Maple. I see you are limping he adds, his sonorous voice familiar somehow.
“Oh this …yes, it’s nothing really.”
“Did you come here for healing ?” he inquires gently.
“I always come here for healing of one kind or another” I admit, grinning.
“But my guess is you already know that!”
“Oh yes!” he chuckles. “Say, you are pretty smart for a Human.”
“Well, we are not all the same you know!” I retort playfully.
“And what about us Forest dwellers? Do you think we are all the same? Say….all of us Maples for example?” he asks.
“Maybe.” I admit. “You do all look more or less alike.”
“Do you know how many species of Maples there are?”
“I will say 40.” (for sure I know this is one of the favorite games the Woods likes to play with me called Let’s show her how little she knows)!
“Not even close!” he says proudly. “There are over 135 different species of Maple trees!”
“Wow! I never would have guessed!”
“Now…. how many different kinds of Pine trees do you think there are?” (Clearly he is on a roll)!
Always up for a game of trivia I announce “Okay I’m going to go out on a limb on this one (his bark crinkles up in acknowledgment of my clever pun) and say 150 as there seem to be more pine trees than Maples!”
“Well I hope you like being hung out to dry on that limb! There are actually around 125 species of Pine trees. It’s just here in this forest where Pines are the majority!”
“Now what about these little guys here?” He asks, gesturing to the twin Junipers.
“15?” I respond, with absolute confidence that I am wrong.
“67!”
“Interesting!” I admit outloud (while wondering what this has to do with me).
After a few minutes he continues “Do you still think we are all the same?”
“Well, aren’t you?” I argue. “You may each look a little different but come on, and I sincerely mean no offense by this, Trees are Trees more or less, right? I mean, you stand around, clean the air, and so on….”
“And you are just like all Americans- all Humans for that matter?”
“No. (I have to laugh at this one). Not many think of me as “Normal”.
“Ok, now this is getting good!” He says, grinning broadly. “I do wish I could pull up a chair and put my feet up to listen to this. Please do describe what “Normal” looks like.”
“Well, I begin…”I think in American terms the norm is being married, having a career, a house, cars, material possessions, kids, pets, vacations, stability, success…
“I must say that does sounds great!” he concedes.
“You would think so, right? But no. Many are miserable. Even their beliefs don’t seem to bring them comfort. What do you think is wrong?”
“Ma petite…” he sighs, his voice vibrating on the breeze just a moment before continuing “You know, we have some here who just like to be miserable. The Black Walnut tree is a good example. He sees only the dark side of everything. If you are not one of his accepted few and get too close, the negativity and judgment he sends out through his roots, bark and leaves is so toxic that you can become ill, or even worse. He is a real nutjob who really enjoys being bitter. Staying far away is the only way to keep his bitterness from spreading to you.
Frowning slightly, he continues “But who decides what is “Normal”, anyway?”
“Well, it’s kind of confusing but it seems to be some sort of consensus by an elite, I’m not even sure if they are a majority. And most of the time those who make the most noise about what is (and isn’t) Normal choose to act like the Walnut Tree rather than be positive and encouraging. If their “Normal” is so wonderful than why are they so hateful? I don’t know. But I can tell you, when you are not included in their narrow definition you can really end up feeling like you are some kind of loser.
And often they quote from the Good Book and tell you what the Creator says is right and wrong, good and bad, Heaven and Hell, Normal and Abnormal. Who can argue with that ?
“Well this is a huge subject and we sure can’t talk about all of it today. It would sap me of all my strength!” He chuckles as I roll my eyes.
“But I do want to go back to the first point you said in your definition of “Normal” he says.
“Please do….” I wait patiently as he chooses his words carefully.
“Ok you said marriage. Do you know that most flowering plants are bisexual?”
Say What?!
“And some in the Forest are asexual, like our Poplar friend over there,” he gestures waving at a slim tall fellow who waves back.
“Many strawberries choose to not cross pollinate and instead become single mothers. There are many species in Nature who just clone themselves and others, like the clownfish for example, change their sex at will! And tell me, just how how would the blueberries propogate without the loving attention of the Bees?
That’s right! I said it! Inter-species dating! Shocking isn’t it?!
Oh you should see your face right now ! This is priceless!” He concludes, doubling over and slapping his trunk, clearly enjoying himself.
After struggling to stifle his laughter and barely composing himself, he continues “These are just a few examples. Here in nature, heterosexuals, bisexuals, hermaphrodites, asexuals, transsexuals, and even exchanges between species is considered Normal.
Only in a Human world is a “Normal” relationship defined so narrowly.
“Wow! I had no idea!” I find myself saying, while trying to wrap my head around the significance of this lesson.
“One other scenario I want to postulate before you go and this concerns the Creator….” he says finally (and continues after I nod in agreement, as I am clearly speechless), “If you want to know about an artist you could read a book about him or her, right?” I nod again. “But then you would be reading the words of Others. A better way to get to know an artist might be….”
“to see their art!” I interject.
“Exactly!….and to understand the Creator?”
“What is ‘I could begin by understanding the Creation’, Alex for 200?!” I scream excitedly, hugging his thick trunk, feeling like I am starting to win in this impromptu Into the Woods edition of Jeopardy.
“Tres bien ma petite!” and The old Maple beams down at me proudly.
His smile follows me all the way home.