From The Washington Post-
When I was a child, I spoke to trees. I knew my
secrets would be safe with these great green friendly things. And I
thought the trees spoke back to me. I’d press my ear against their
trunks to hear the reverberating, strangely musical sound of branches
knocking against one another in the wind, a sound that seems to be
traveling to my ear from the decades coded into each tree’s annual
growth rings.
I’m comfortable talking to plants,
but I’m not sure if I could do so through a microphone in front of a
bunch of seminarians, as a student at Union Theological Seminary is
doing in a photo tweeted out Tuesday by the seminary’s account:
Today in chapel, we confessed to plants. Together, we held our grief,
joy, regret, hope, guilt and sorrow in prayer; offering them to the
beings who sustain us but whose gift we too often fail to honor.
What do you confess to the plants in your life?
What do you confess to the plants in your life?
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