The other day I read, “Go hug a tree”
And thought “That’s crazy hippy talk”.
But then I remembered 3rd grade when
I visited a tree on our playground every week
And wrote about my tree and
How it changed through seasons.
I loved that tree.
In junior high there was a tree in my back yard.
I climbed it all the time to find myself.
Because junior high was hard,
But my tree was always there,
And it never made fun of me.
And then I found the trees again in college,
Working at an Oregon camp
And hiking through the forest,
Enveloped in old, wise, peace.
There has always been something about trees,
So today I was outside and feeling sad.
And there was a tree,
Calm and kind and welcoming.
I hugged it, with its fresh bark and solid strength.
I swear it hugged me back.
Those hippies. They know.
Note: All of these pictures are taken in Ohio, except for the one of me walking through the forest, which was taken in northern California in the Redwood forest.