The Magic of Gently Touching Trees
I have a confession to make to you: I’m a tree toucher. Maybe that sounds weird, but please let me explain. When walking through the forest I can’t help gently touching trees as I pass. Tree touching is something I have always done unconsciously as a way of saying hello to the forest. I don’t know when I started doing this, but I think it’s a good way to ground myself and connect with the natural world.
The forest has always been the place where I feel most at home. I grew up on an apple orchard that backed onto a forest of ponderosa pine, and there was a giant English walnut tree in our front yard that I would climb for hours. Now I live in Vancouver, Canada, where I can get to the forest within twenty minutes of my home, and I can go find peace in the trees.