The eucalypt tree next to my house has grown a pair of hands… Four-fingered hands, sturdy hands, hard-working hands, yet graceful, with curved fingers, like the hands of a dancing Hindu god.
I am reaching out to the tree, for a hand shake… the tree reaches out to me… the hand shake feels rough, yet warm… I lose myself in the hand shake and feel the energy of the earth, mixed with the energy of the heavens, transferred to me.
The next day, the Council truck is loading logs.
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