Public Tree-hugging Is Not Illegal!

Things will change when we all start doing it every day.


Here we are at the very end of April. The lilacs are in full bloom. The daffodils are already ancient history. The trees are about 95% leafed out. People are already mowing their lawns. I wore shorts the other day.

But as I look out my office window I see that it is snowing.

Snowing.

I can be comfortable with an early April snow but at the very end of April it can be a little disconcerting. I was not mentally prepared for it and I guess that is why I did not go for my walk early this morning. I was too shocked to go for a walk in snow. Now I realize that I passed on an opportunity to experience something potentially exhilarating.

Not having taken that early morning walk means that I have not yet hugged a tree today. I try to hug at least one tree a day, every day. It is just far too wet outside for hugging right now. There will be a break in the weather at some point today and then I will go for a walk through the neighborhood.

But what direction should I walk? I have hugged a great many trees in this part of town and they all beckon me from every direction.

Having that one good, deep tree-hug every day sure helps to keep us connected to planetary consciousness. With that incredible energy flowing from the universe down into a tree (and us if we are hugging it) then down into the roots tunneling into the very body of the planet, it is like having your battery charged.

Trees are people, too.

How often do you pass by a tree without so much as a, ‘Hello,’ and without even looking at it or noticing and feeling its divine presence? Trust me, trees love to be hugged. Trees and humans have been living together since before Atlantis but at some point in the recent past humans have grown oblivious of the trees in their midst. They do not even notice the trees anymore and, worse, they no longer hug the trees. Can you imagine how the trees feel about this?

I have been told that there was a time in ancient history when humans were always hugging trees. This was the original reason trees were planted lining streets. As someone walked around tending to their business they could always, no matter where they were, hug a nearby tree thus centering their energies, so to speak, before their next appointment. Where ever humans went, so went trees. Although academia may not acknowledge it, trees and humans have had a very long history together and have at times lived together in a loving, symbiotic way. Trees and humans used to be partners.

The nearby Post Office chopped down their mulberry tree this winter. It was a perfectly good mulberry tree. It was in excellent health and, at what I am guessing to be around 15 to 20 years of age, it was producing copious amounts of mulberries each summer. In the last four years I have eaten many pounds of mulberries from that beautiful tree.

When confronted about why the tree was murdered, the Postmaster replied, “It was dropping fruit on the sidewalk.”

Right there, in that statement, is the perfect summation of the non-symbiotic, non-loving current relationship between the humans and the trees among them. Or should I say, trees and humans living among them?

We need to start hugging trees again!

And we need to start noticing them and smiling at them and acknowledging their presence with either verbal or non-verbal communication. We must stop withholding our love from them.

It is often said that elephants have incredible memories. Well, elephants have nothing on trees. Of all the wondrous beings on our planet, trees have the most incredible memory of all. (Rocks disagree.) Did you know that if you hug a tree and speak to it and then leave and not come back to that tree for thirty years and when you hug it again thirty years later the tree will remember you? It is true. Trees remember everything.

Well, the snow has turned back into rain. Things are normal again. It is still far too wet out there for tree-hugging right now. What I can do, however, is send mental projections of love mojo towards them through my office window. That is something we all can do continually throughout our days. I am pretty sure the trees would notice.

I once hugged an old growth cedar tree in the Pacific Northwest that was supposedly over 1500 years old. I hugged the hell out of that tree. And as I did I could tell that a lot of other people have hugged that tree over its long life.

Can you imagine being a tree and being hugged by hundreds, if not thousands, of humans? Millions of birds singing in its branches and humans hugging its trunk; what tree would not like that?

Even though I live on the seemingly endless tree-less plains of the heartland of Turtle Island, I happen to live in a quasi-urban human neighborhood with hundreds of trees — some of which are up to a hundred years old. I have hugged many trees in this neighborhood and I am proud to admit it.

But I can still go for a walk out there and hug a new tree that I have never hugged before. I am so lucky. We really do live in paradise.

Trees, birds and humans. We all live together. There is a lot of love there to feel and be a part of. I strongly urge everyone reading this to hug a tree at the very next opportunity for you to do so. Hug it and really feel it. Give it some love. Touch it with as much of your body as you can. Really feel the mojo.

Don’t worry. It’s not illegal.


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