Be like Jesus; Better yet, be like a tree.

Was there really a divine reason that Neo-christian religions, like the Pheryllt Druids worshiped the trees?

Turn the other cheek.

The idea almost seems foreign at times in a world where relationships are built over years and are dashed in a single moment’s misjudgment.

You’d have to be a perfect person to love your enemies. But people are more vulnerable than trees.

A tree thanks you with every breath you exhale. It grows an armor of bark, made from the thankfulness of your breath, the Mother’s water, and the Father’s light.

Take a hatchet to its trunk and chip out a triangle for your doorstop. It will be hardly insulted, as you have given it life for all these years! It just stands in Thanks and offers what it can to its givers. A home for the creatures, air for the people, a conduit for the sun to the soil, a super highway for those with a voice!

The mighty oak, king of kings, will never say I forget what you’ve done for me. It will always see the true you. The willow will weep with joy, and the reed will bow in humble accord.

Nail a perfect man to a cross made of planks from it and it will still…