The sun was whispering secrets in my ear on my walk to campus this morning. Telling me how joyful they are to be shimmering through the dew drops on the trees. Interweaving histories in the moss, they invite me to study closely, breathe deeply, and feel thankfulness rise from the depths of my soul as Holy Spirit dances within.

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On a slightly less poetic note, today marks the annual event that happens on Evergreen where the custodial staff carefully cuts the thin branches that have sprouted up from the calluses on the sycamore trees. I don’t know if too many other people stop to ponder the hilarity of the situation, but it makes me laugh. It makes me think of trees getting their toe nails trimmed or their once a year hair cut. I wonder what the trees think about it.