Dalton was glad to leave behind the dusty, trash-strewn city sidewalks as he turned into the dirt path that led into the forest. Soon he was reaching out and touching all the trees alongside the path. He usually did not hug trees so much as shake their hands. The important thing is the touch.
He also spoke to the trees in his mind. One does not shake someone’s hand without an accompanying greeting. Hello. Nice to meet you. Great to see you again. Good morning. Hi. Good day. Howdy.
Once Dalton was deeper in the forest there were certain trees that warranted intense hugging. Although Dalton loved all trees, there were some that were close friends.
Eventually, he came to one of his favorite trees. Dalton knew none of the Latin names assigned to trees and he knew very few common names. That was not important to him. This particular tree was deciduous and very tall with a huge trunk. It was very old and had lots of memories.
After giving this tree a very passionate hug Dalton then sat down on the ground with his back up against the massive tree trunk. With his spine aligned with the tree trunk he could feel the powerful energy of the tree from the top of the tree all the way down to the bottom of its roots. He felt the connection to the earth and to the sky. He bathed in the love and joy energy of the tree.
Dalton was not only a tree hand shaker and a tree hugger but he was also a tree spooner.
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