The Comfort Of TreesWhen I was a little girl, we moved into a house with peach trees in the backyard and a little willow tree out in front. I spent countless hours playing under the biggest of the peach trees and telling my troubles to the willow tree.
When I was seven and my father did something that devastated me, I ran out to the tall trees at the back of the yard and sobbed beneath them. That was one of many times I’ve turned to trees for comfort. I’ve read that trees absorb our pain and sorrow and send it down through their roots into the Earth. I don’t know if that’s true, but I love them and I can feel their love for me and it comforts me.