Preaching Trees

“As I walked the track, I asked the trees, What can you teach me about my life? And the trees whispered back: Wait it out, baby. We’ve been here a long time. The seasons will change. Stay rooted. Wait it out.

I know I am not alone in this stress. Our community feels it too—the weight of housing, of bills, of survival under a violent government, of raising children, of keeping our minds whole.”