We humans have a funny relationship with nature. Love/hate, you might say. We nurture and then destroy each other. We cart in trees to our office park areas, plant them in orderly rows in precise little beds, and expect them to be as civilized as us.
And they sit, biding their time, waiting to show us that they aren’t inanimate objects, but living things.
Yesterday one of my coworkers walked inside after a smoke break and said, “See that tree branch out there?”
I looked and saw a ten foot branch that had fallen from one of the trees, lying on the ground. “Yeah?”
“It almost FELL ON ME.” She seemed a little shaken.”
“I guess it likes you,” I said. She shrugged.
This morning when I came in, I saw that the branch was still lying there.
So naturally I put it in her cubicle. With a note that read, “I need to be close to you. – the Tree Branch.”
I like to think we’re all feeling a little closer to nature now. Nature in it’s raw, emotional state.