Willow | Ephrata, WA | October 2019

Trees don’t talk but often say plenty. I place my hand on an elder’s bark and can sense a presence beyond its weathered trunk. This tree has stood for decades as witness and recorder of climate, industry, hopes, dreams and even cosmic events (think sunspots and supernovas). On this particular day it offers gifts of shade and earthy scent, but also more — a soft rustle of leaves, a hushing sound, that I find comforting. Shhh, the tree whispers. I’m here.