Yesterday, during a day long retreat with Mimi Kuo-Deemer, we talked a lot about wood and trees. With the invitation to go out at lunchtime and ask a tree what wisdom it had to share with us.
Now, I really want to be the kind of free spirit who can hug a tree without batting an eyelid, and not worry about anyone else batting an eyelid either. But a significant part of me, the British stiff upper lipped part, the part that really really really cares what other people think of me, just can't do it! Even the option of placing my third eye on the tree and pretending to be stretching my hamstrings was too far out of the box for me.