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Alli Bockmon's avatar

I breathed in a tree today. It had an old healed split deep in one side. It lives beside a playground beside an elementary school. The howls it heard before the laughter and the screams of freedom from the released energy each day. The stories untold in the bumps and the growths. The starlight its grown in and the composted loss it has slurped from its wide deep roots... it shared a poem with me today, that I promptly forgot as the squeals enveloped my heart once again, but before I forgot, in that moment of being human beside a tree being tree, I felt expansive and free.

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Tania's avatar

Such joy into my heart reading this, Tara. I have similar such conversations with a 500yr old oak tree who has seen more turmoil, upheaval and change than I could possible witness in my sojourn on this earth. Nature beings keeping it real!

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