What happens when you embrace a tree?
If "tree hugger" is too much a phrase of mockery
for you ever to have done it, you should give it a try. Ideally, find one
that's been alive longer than you have; one that wasn't planted by human hands.
You have to meet the tree. You have to get out of your head.
You have to understand that the tree has its own life beyond your experience of
it.
You have to visualize what lies beneath your feet. You have to
remind yourself that the trunk your chest and cheek are pressed against are not
its base, but its midsection. That the roots visible at your feet only hint at its hidden life, which reaches down and spreads out as far into
the earth as the branches over your head. That half its being is an unseen
tangle you can only vaguely begin to imagine, another world you
cannot visit.
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