I don’t know for sure if my aged maple slowly nods its branches to acknowledge me when I pause to tell it how beautiful it is. I’m told that the rocks I move around in my garden do not feel my touch and are unaware they have been rearranged by me.
The squirrels that I shout at hardly seem to know that I want them to behave better. I think they must sense my intention, certainly my displeasure. Some people say they are just being squirrels.
For me, all the world around me is alive, has within it a fire of activity and awareness. It responds to my presence and in its own way knows it is part of my world. I think it knows I am here and is affected by me.
I don’t pretend to understand the mind of a tree or a rock. I shudder to think I could enter into the thoughts of a squirrel. But I refuse to listen to those who say “No, no,” none of these trees, rocks or squirrels are affected by my presence, voice or touch. I think they could be wrong, and what a pity if they really are wrong.
I may not be absolutely certain that rocks and trees are changed, but I know I am changed when I acknowledge them, when I speak to them, when I press my hand against them. Of this I am certain.
I heard the squirrels talking about you the other day. They said they enjoyed that you took notice of them when they visited you and were pleased at how excited you were to see them. They noted that not everyone talks to them and appreciates them like you! They especially like the food you leave for them in the squirrel feeders near the garage. 😊
Some days I actually feel friendly with them. I may have to listen to them more closely. It sounds like they have interesting things to say.
I, too, want to be in touch with all that is around me.