“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.”
- Herman Hesse
Green saves me.
The tall trees with their thick trunks and branches that reach for the heavens. They give me faith and hope.
The earth beneath me grounds me.
It helps me feel safe again. It reassures me that I belong here. That it is all ok.
Even the tears that fell from my eyes as I went into the empty church to pray today. Even the worries about all those I love that weigh heavily on my heart. Even all the uncertainty in this world, our future, where to stay.
It will all be ok.
I walk through the park, just breathing and taking one step in front of the other and everything falls into place. I watch as the wind catches in the trees and their leaves are lifted into the air for a moment, before spiraling, like little parachutes to the ground. The floor is a carpet of leaves, as is the ceiling if I were to just stand here, under the trees. I could let them hold me for a while. Allow nature to cocoon me.
If I did that, I wonder, what sort of creature I would become?
Who would I be, once I had the strength to emerge?