An old woman once approached a friend of mine. She told him that if he had a wish, he should go and hug a tree and spell out his wish. She told him it would work; that trees rise for us like the connection from nature to humans.


Whenever I go out jogging, I warm up, stretch my legs, arms, back, and lean on a tree while doing this. It’s my tree, I visit it around four days a week. I don’t talk much to it, but if one day it would be missing, ripped off or cut down, I would notice and I would whimper about it. It’s not the prettiest tree, but a strong one, tall and leafy. I went out this cold morning and I found my tree, waiting there. I warmed up, stretched, inhaled and exhaled, I looked around and saw that there weren’t a lot of people. I turned to look at my tree and decided to follow an old woman’s advise that though wasn’t meant for me, she might be on to something. I hugged that tree for some seconds and pronounced my wish. It’s a heavy, big, serious wish, so I might have to hug that tree some additional times. I don’t believe in magic, but I hope it believes in me.



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