The Awful Thing Is We Don't Respect

I Became Intensely Aware Of The Being-ness Of Trees. The Feel Of Rough Sun-warmed Bark Of An Ancient Forest Giant, Or The Cool, Smooth Skin Of A Young And Eager Sapling, Gave Me A Strange, Intuitive Sense Of The Sap As It Was Sucked Up By Unseen Roots And Drawn Up To The Very Tips Of The Branches, High Overhead.

It's Not A Pretty Picture, But There Are Reasons For Hope.

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The Only Possible Way To Get Somebody To Change Is To Reach Into Their Hearts.