My Mother Told me to Listen to the Trees

That cold day in February when I landed in the new world at the bottom of the rabbit hole, I began to remember what she said. I started to recall how she taught me to listen to the trees. It was that day I was able to hear a voice in me that was as familiar as her laugh and as comfortable as her hug, yet some how felt brand new…

“My Mother told me to listen to the trees.

Listen to the trees, she said. 

Quiet now little one, please.

Close your eyes and rest your head.

Listen to the trees, she said.”-- an excerpt from my up coming illustrated bedtime story “Listen to the trees”