Warmth, strength, relaxation and reassurance. This is what I gather from the trunk of a tree when I wrap my arms around one. No, you will not find me out every day hugging one. Probably, I have only done this about five times in my life. You have to be lead to, kind of invited.
As a child, well, even as an adult I have climbed several trees. I love to sit quietly once I have conquered the climb and kind of meditate. I find being up a tree and hugging one if I can’t climb it, to be so relaxing. The climb down is not always that easy. But then I remember my mom saying, “You got yourself up there, now you can get yourself down”. So true. Maybe a tree helps in life’s up’s and down’s. Teaching us that we got ourselves in a situation and now we must figure the way back. Then all is well after a hug.
To hug a tree, to me, really does seem to heal my mood and make me smile. I picture this tree to be drawing me near, coaxing me over, expecting me to gaze at it’s height and beauty. Then I completely surprise it by putting my arms as far around as I can, pressing my cheek to the bark. Deep, warm, feelings of love race through my body and I hope right down to it’s roots. Connecting our two souls and other souls that have had the courage to hug a tree.
