A Blustery Morning
Sunday morning…I was a bit reluctant to start my canopy sitting, in great part due to the wind and mist that was blowing around. Somehow the weather felt more like the “temporal” season that we get in September and October, instead of the nice sunny rainy season mornings that we usually get in May. The other reason I was moving slow is that there is something psychological about Sundays… it is not a morning that you´re supposed to rush around on.
By 9:00 am I was set up, not on a platform, like many of the tree sitters, but on a hammock, in the “Rainbow Tree”. The Rainbow Tree is actually a Strangler Fig Tree that had partially fallen many years ago. Instead of being up rooted and dying when it fell, the Rainbow Tree took root to continue growing , creating a tree like a rainbow. As a child, growing up in Monteverde, the Rainbow Tree was often a converted to a tree house, pirate ship or robber’s den, depending on the games that I played with my brothers. Of course it was a logical choice for my tree sitting.
The weather encouraged me to prepare with two blankets, a mug of very hot chocolate, a warm jacket and a good book. My dog, Osa, also decided to brave the elements and keep me company for the morning. Once I got settled in the hammock I figured I would immediately be engrossed in my book. What I didn´t count on was being distracted by the wonderful silence prevalent in the forest. Although it was practically raining outside of the forest, under my haven of the canopy and the Rainbow Tree there was only a light, gentle mist falling. Because of the precipitation, and the lateness of the hour, the birds were completely silent. The cloud cover and the canopy helped filter the light, to create a mystical, fairy tale atmosphere, with a gentle deep silence. The silence was only occasionally interrupted by Osa, when she settled to find a more comfortable place to nap, below me on the forest floor.
It is hard to describe the forest when it is completely silent. Usually the forest is full of creatures, large and small, that make a myriad of different noises-bumps, chirps, squeaks and squaks. When all the chitter-chatter of the forest animals quiets down, the forest becomes a different place, a magical place conducive to reflection, meditation and peaceful thoughts. This is the atmosphere I spent my four hours in. I did end up reading, from time to time, and spent other moments in reflection and mediation.