Innerdialects

..it tells you its secrets, its fears. Here you must not be afraid to listen.

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I’ve heard it said, “There are things the trees whisper,” but walking through the trees past the Galivneshi house we were at last month, I felt something.

For one, I heard pages rustling. These were pages of books that were spared; tress spared. These were words waiting to speak. It was early morning. Something in me asked to just listen. So I leaned on a tree trunk, and listened. It was a murmur.

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This felt almost human. For a quick second I understood why people worship trees, hug or write their names in, tie requests in branches, confide, hide in mega tree trunks.

“What are y’all saying?” I asked, not feeling silly. There was no answer, just the feeling of being one with creation. I hit base. Like you’d found a water table on a thirsty day. No, that doesn’t even begin to describe what that was like.

This was the Earth, raw, bare, natural, not a saw or spade in sight. Weed and thorn, moth, spangled web, diamond dew drop, a lady bug, patch of blue sky, cloud, the rustle of leaf, the hunch of a tree, all….and I, were one breath of Creation. And I thought how we’ve a changed and cut trees to write in books we do not read or write in anymore, or buy chairs we do not use to sit together in ….it made me sad, but also a bit happy to even hear a forest speak, in loud murmurs like songs, in words that provoked me to think on it.

It gave me a sense of core strength in the company of fellow creation, uncut. That was me too, in the raw, the rough, the uncut. That was me with my shades off, no need to say anything clever, just lean in the wind that brought in scents I had no name for…”mist and sunburnt pine?”

Getting back home in our city, the forest doesn’t leave. Creation doesn’t leave. We might leave our roots but our Source never leaves. I’m talking Divine DNA. We. Offspring of heaven, no matter how low this might seem. No matter how vile, people might remind us we humans are. And we feel dirtied. Impossible to be loved. No matter what, God loves us totally. I’m home with that sense of awe at God, and All Creation. I’m thinking its a good way to be February.

Truly appreciate life, and its very Challenges. They make us listen. They (challenges, narrow path thru’ trails) ..they peer at the sky, they hold hands with the Light. With the Fingers of God.

Thick velvet sky outside my Equator as this Post goes out. Trusting February is kind to us all. Trusting His power that can walk with us anyplace. Trusting Him Who brought us this far.

Talking in a forest, got me talking to God in a whole new way. Like a tree, planted ny streams of living Waters. Unselfconscious. Listening. Prayer is listening too.

May Jesus smile on you.

RN

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My ideal day would be walking close to nature, talking to our Creator.