Blowing in the wind

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I live amongst trees. They are awesome and I never tire of encountering their beauty and grandeur.

From past experience, I know that my soul wilts in tree-less environments.

However, it is easy to only see them at person height. To close down our perspective to the scale we can manage.

And that’s a problem, because it gives us a false sense of place and reduces our awareness of life.

Yesterday, I stood in the conifers and listened to the wind.

But it wasn’t until I looked up that I realised how dramatically the treetops were swaying in the gusts.

And that’s before we start to think about what we can’t see underground…

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