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“The Heartwood of Growing Things” Some people say that soil, rocks, and trees retain the memory of human experiences and emotions that have occurred in a place. They say that the air that previous generations breathed and the tears they shed are simply reprocessed and returned to the present. If you look closely and listen carefully, you might find traces of these memories in the green growing grasses and leaves, in the clouds, the rain, and in the heartwood of growing things. Walk or sit with the silence of the day. In the wooden timbers and walls of these centuries-old buildings, in the mud bricks that pave the paths, there are impressions that don’t fade and an awareness that doesn’t forget.

“The Heartwood of Growing Things” Some people say that soil, rocks, and trees retain the memory of human experiences and emotions that have occurred in a place. They say that the air that previous generations breathed and the tears they shed are simply reprocessed and returned to the present. If you look closely and listen carefully, you might find traces of these memories in the green growing grasses and leaves, in the clouds, the rain, and in the heartwood of growing things. Walk or sit with the silence of the day. In the wooden timbers and walls of these centuries-old buildings, in the mud bricks that pave the paths, there are impressions that don’t fade and an awareness that doesn’t forget.

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