Sarah and I recently went to a park and the monkey that she is, she started climbing trees as soon as she one that she possibly can.
Soon she had reached a branch where she could sit comfortably and decided to just stay there. after a little while she lied down and closed her eyes (on the branch).
I asked her, “What happened, Sarah?”
She replied, “The tree asked me to sleep on it.”
For a moment, I was confused, speechless and stunned. And then I was smiling.
It reminded me of a Native American saying
“There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.”
Later, Sarah asked me to come closer to the tree and put my ears to it. “Can you listen to the tree, mumma?”
I shook my head in negative. She responded, “Don’t worry. There is too much noise in the park.”
And I wondered if the noise was in the park or inside me. When did I stop listening to the trees?