The biggest trees don't announce themselves.
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They grow at their own pace, in places nobody is watching, and by the time anybody notices them they are already older than the people writing about them. The same is true of certain people. The teacher you still remember thirty years on. The colleague who always knew where the documents were. The grandmother who fed twelve grandchildren and never once seemed surprised by the work. Seniority did not arrive with an announcement. They became the centre while you were not looking.
In a damp old-growth forest, an enormous beech tree stands covered in soft moss, its trunk broader than three people stretching their arms. Younger trees grow around it like apprentices. The light comes in green, having passed through the canopy first. Walking up to it you go quiet without being told.
Belongs in the same shelf as Finding the Mother Tree by Suzanne Simard, Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer, or any book about teachers, mentors, and the people who hold a place together.
The thing about an old tree is that it has been doing the same thing in the same place for longer than any of us has been doing anything. Wars happened around it. Roads were built. Families lived nearby and then stopped living nearby. The tree dropped leaves every autumn and grew new ones every spring and never told anyone how long it had been keeping count. Stand under it for ten minutes and the rest of the week starts to look brief.
