The trees make people more tolerable

The trees make people more tolerable.

Our hands on the scarred Earth tend to our own wounds. We reach toward our own healing.

As nature ourselves, our friendships with big rocks and flowing streams are our relationships to us. No matter what, it is a worthwhile thing to tend to paradise.

We have been inevitable since life started racing forward after that one big explosion. Through every iteration, we’ve emerged from the same cosmic soup as all the others. Shared skulls, heartbeats, and fins.

Your capacity to deal with the person who always, always, always centers themselves in your organizing efforts depends on you communing with the mycelium beneath your feet as you facilitate the 100th derailed meeting.

Standing in the woods is a family gathering. Probably with less hooplah than your holiday dinner table.

I wouldn’t dare attend a birth without medicines in, on, and around my body. Carry yours with you as you cross thresholds, too. If one goes, we all go. The walls are imaginary and the veils are thin. Together is our only option, and it isn’t even really an option.

We need each other to survive this thing, and that includes the frogs, toads, and wildebeests. It would be lonely without them, seeing how tiresome us human folk are.

Your five senses, the four elements, they mix and mingle at the cocktail party that is the world.

From nature we come. From nature we stay. To nature we return.

We gotta start acting like it.