They Are Still Helping Us


Yesterday I realized a thing so incredible, so beautiful, so sad.

That even through all of the plundering, pillaging,  damaging and destroying of our world- She still reaches for us.

We are our Mother’s children.

To me, the trees cry out. They speak words I never doubt are truth,  calling me to pick up a pen and write upon their flesh.

They are the ancients and wise ones. Raging and hurt by our disregard, yet still gentle with us- they tremble but they know we have lost our way.

They whisper softly so that we might remember.


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