SHENAYOGA

When I place my hand on a tree, the feeling’s different from a hand on a table, the concrete floor, or even sand. On a tree, my hand absorbs its calmness, its serenity and directs that to my heart. It sounds crazy but I feel trees so deeply. Trees are mesmerising. Trees are alive. Trees are soul teachers. The roots go where they want to go, and if met with obstacles they just go around the barriers, no drama. Whenever there’s a glimpse of possibility to break through something, they boldly slowly go forth. Their flowers teach forgiveness, offering up floral scents even when crushed or withering away.

I went tramping with a friend once, I forgot who it was but he/she commented jokingly, “your hands very itchy. Have to touch this, hug that.” I was brought up this way and I like that. When we were younger my dad brought us to the park very often and he’d pinch this leaf, touch that bark. Telling us to smell this, see that, and observe how the older trees grow, adapt and blossom. I really like that. I’m gonna be always hugging this tree and holding that branch and sniffing that leaf shamelessly. Weirdos gonna be weird. I can’t help it. Eternally in love with trees.