I have a confession to make. I am a dendrophile, defined as one who loves trees and forests, mine is a profoundly reverential and spiritual love and hence a completely uplifting relationship. You may also call me a tree hugger.
One of my earliest memories is of the giant willow in the front yard of my grandparent’s home. The willow’s branches climbed upwards before arching and curving downward to reach all the way to the ground. I parted the curtains of its supple branches and spent most of my day inside this willow house. I recall sitting very still and watching the green leaves as they waved and danced with the particles of sunlight. I was completely sheltered without being separated from the beautiful world of “outside.” I was inside the realm of the outside and it was magical!