At The Green House. . .

Yes, I’m a tree hugger. I feel at home in the woods. I feel the connection to all creation. It’s here I feel my spirituality and my sense of soul. Some people get it from church. . . The forest is my temple. It’s the high reaching branches that stretch for the sun. . . the nutrient seeking roots that anchor us in the past and connect us in the heart of the earth. . . the moss and lichen that feeds from us and teaches us to share of ourselves . . . and the constant humbling organic smell of composting that tells us we are all part of a great purpose.

I respect trees and all of life. Perhaps they notice us too.