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12 comments:
And to touch each other and form an arbour for us to walk under.
I've always felt that way about trees!
And in this way, they make me feel close to them.
ahhh weaver thankyou for that lovely addition . . . steven
pauline they do touch above and beneath the ground . . . in many ways . . . steven
It does seem that way, doesn;t it?
This forest is full of trees of different kinds that have grown together - beech and hemlock, birch and hemlock. It seems the hemlocks like to cuddle as its usually a hemlock cuddling up to another kind of tree for life! I think of them as healing trees, and what's more healing than a good hug!
Looks like they're shaking hands and biding each other a good day. :)
i've been trying to understand what it is that makes us different, people from the trees. we share so much and yet there are worlds between us. i'm not sure who has the luckier being. i'm not sure if they get to consider us. we become luckier for the witnessing of them.
xo
erin
valerianna - it does seem that way! beneath the surface of all that is the unseen love that conencts all things vibrates up to the surface of our experiencing as mutuality, love, care . . . . . . steven
hope - i'd love to know what they're saying . . . steven
erin - the iterations of presence each coming with its own learnings, its own sense of self and otherness. i like living inside the animal of steven most of the time! steven
ruth - there's a subtlety about their lingering, their drawing together , that is very appealing. steven
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