Now you may all think I'm really nuts.
I'm in the woods, walking and talking (to the trees).
This has been going on for years. Sometimes my conversation is directed to God. But many other times it is directed to the trees as I am overcome with their beauty, their majesty, their steadfastness.
But on this particular day, I start to wonder if they are really listening to me. [Why this didn't occur to me before, I don't know.] Finally, I say, "Do you guys really listen to me?"
Then all of a sudden, at that exact moment, one spoke back!
It was a kind of groan, but something that seemed could have come from a tree.
I look up at them and explain, in a pseudo-Sally-Field-moment, "You really DO listen to me!"
Well... whether or not they are listening or not, I think the important thing is here that I do have a place where I can express my thoughts. I hope everyone reading this has a place where they can do the same, where they can sort out their ideas, their concerns, their fears, their anxieties, their praises, their joys, their yearnings. Keeping it all inside won't really do you any good.
I can only tell you that it helps me profoundly and sometimes I even feel like a genius after my lesson with trees...
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