“Tree of Life” Dream by Sara Wright

Full Seed Moon 3/9/20

I see a beautiful fruit tree that is in full bloom with delicate pink blossoms and a man comes and attacks it violently – Oh, all the blossoms fall away, drifting tears cover the ground. Before this the little tree had bloomed “forever,” but man brought death to the blossoming tree and to the tree of life itself.

Little interpretation is necessary to understand this dream on a collective level. The Tree Holocaust is upon us. The Anthropocene is destroying more forests every second.  Billions of trees. The lungs of the earth. The Beings that gift us with rain. We have less than three percent of intact forest left on this planet.

“Man” represents the age of the Anthropocene – each one of us – male or female. Every human being on this earth is complicit in tree obliteration and the terrifying violence associated with this slaughter. It’s important to note that the tree is weeping. (My sense is that the tree isn’t just weeping for being murdered but that s/he is weeping for those who would annihilate her/him).


The most chilling part of this dream is that once the little tree bloomed “forever.’ Forever suggests timelessness – mythology routinely breaks through the artificial walls that separate diverse peoples from one another, and the way humans experience time with stories that include this word that transcends time.  Past, present, future, merge simultaneously into the eternal Now – or did, but in the dream this reality has broken down irrevocably.

Mythologically, the image/story/pattern of the Tree of Life is found in every culture. This is surely no accident. Indigenous peoples across the globe have been in a loving, respectful reciprocal relationship with trees since the dawn of humankind; each group has its own sacred tree and all trees are considered holy beings. Intuitively, and through reciprocal relationship these humans have known for millennia that we depend upon these beings for life.

The Tree of Life as a pattern also indicates wholeness and inclusiveness. Note that many images of the tree of life like the one that I am using here – my Huichol string painting – also includes animals, birds and insects.



Today it is no longer easy to dismiss trees as the background furniture of our lives or sneer at various mythologies because of their primitive ideas because we have learned that without trees humans will eventually cease to exist… Two other dreams have reiterated to me recently, “we are in too deep, and love is not enough.”

One hopeful personal note?

All winter the cottonwood trees have been “talking” to me in the Bosque, through my senses/and through the air by means of telepathy – a kind of instant communication without words. They tell me how thirsty they are, how much they love being seen and loved. They repeat that they accept their dying, and that new trees of another kind will replace them at some point in the future, although it won’t be soon. A healing balm flows through me as I listen with my heart to their plight. Because of them, acceptance flows through me like the river that parallels the Bosque, although sadness lingers because I love them and all their relatives so much.

Sometimes in the Bosque I also see dead grasses pulsing pin-points of light  –  like fireflies under my feet – they keep me focused on the ground – inner sight – insight?

Lately though the trees have fallen silent and the grasses no longer glow.

Now my dreams repeat what I see with my own eyes and messages I have received in the Bosque – that protective bark is falling away from dying trees, leaves are yellowing/dropping because of drought, and that death is on the horizon for most trees through the Southwest as desertification intensifies. But in another dream I learn that elsewhere pockets of dark tree greening can still be found; I interpret this as hope that some trees may live on regardless of human stupidity. If we could save the trees; we could save ourselves. The reverse is equally true. If we save ourselves (and it’s humans that are in desperate need of healing the split between themselves and the rest of nature), the trees will survive.


Sara is a naturalist, ethologist ( a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Northern New Mexico.

Categories: General, Mother Earth, Nature, Women's Spirituality

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6 replies

  1. Thank you for this post, Sara. I assume you submitted it a while back and the following thought is not new to you today: There is a precise reciprocity between the human act of deforestation and the focus of this current novel virus destroying our individual lungs.

    This time of year, warm enough to stay very still outside but before the trees leaf out, I lay on my back on a large rock looking at the world upside down and, without thinking of anything, the trees’ collective silhouettes a short distance from the clearing areas are strikingly, exactly, like imagery of our lungs’ alveoli.

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    • yes, I submitted this post early in March before I knew about the C/virus – I stay away from news because it is too upsetting in general… and yes, I do know that killing trees is part of the virus spiral…. We have known about this for years and have done nothing…

      Being outdoors is where hope lies…


  2. Thank you for your seeing, listening heart.

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  3. Beautiful post, especially now when things are so difficult for so many lives (human, animal, plant, even mineral) on our blessed planet. The Tree of Life should live, not be chopped down. Wonderful image!

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  4. Sara, what a poignant expression of the grief we feel as witness to the murder of trees. The very scene you describe is artfully depicted in Nina Paley’s wonderful animated film, “Seder-Masochism,” a timely challenge to the male monotheism and murder of the Goddess in Israelite (and other) religion. I’ve been collecting fallen cottonwood twigs and putting them in water..cottonwood is in the willow family, and sacred to the Plains Indians of N America. Their exuberant return to life under my care is a healing practice, as is gardening for pollinators.

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