My favorite book of the year taught me about the truth and heart of the trees. Of how trees are connected through roots and rhizomes, of fungi and of seeds spreading, of renewal by fire, of ecosystems in the canopies of the ancients. How the memories of trees are the beating heart of the forest, the heaven of earth, the history of mankind. Trees are the healers, sending messages and memories and medicine to their sick, and ours. The shade of the earth, the protectors of creatures, the shelter givers, sometimes through their own demise. Ancient memories are lost forever with the cutting of the oldest trees. Trees of the forest, of the coastline, of the mountain. Trees that feed us with their fruits, that heal us with their medicines, that hold us in their canopies and feed our hearts. I start my day in the garden, among the whispering trees, beneath the lacy fronds of a poinciana, beckoned into the day by the hushed tinkle of leaves twisting in the sea breeze. Go forth they encourage, reach out, feed those in need as we do.
MR July 2023
Inspired by the book The Overstory by Richard Powers
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