Be still my heart; these great trees are prayers.
I need trees...I need their oxygen and their purification of the atmosphere...but more than this, I need their spiritual presence. I need to see them waving the air and turning it into wind. I need to marvel at them reaching for the sky, yet rooted deep in the ground. I need to see how each expresses differently...how some are bent like I am and like the woman who Jesus healed.
We all need trees. They are the oldest living beings on earth and they are sentient beings. Did you know that an experiment was done in the northwest some years ago that proved this? Trees were equipped with monitoring devices and then one tree in the midst of them was cut down. All the nearby trees registered changes in energy. Were they mourning the loss of a comrade? Were they expressing their grief? Were they protesting the useless violence? Or were they surrendering their usefullness to humankind?
May my life be a prayer like a tree.