Clumsy Cousins

I wonder if THC and our Holy Cooperative Spirit could be cousins like Grandmother Moon and Grandmother Tree. Why do you want to wonder about something as curious as that, dear? Oh, I don't recall, really. It just came up in conversation a few minutes ago. Honey, your breakfast is still a figment of your hopeful imagination, so who on Earth were you conversing with a few minutes ago? I was in the backyard talking with the trees, and the extended family question just came up and down and in and out. Honey, when you take your morning meds, and then go out to your sit spot and talk to the trees... Yes? Would you do me a favor? What's that? Would you listen more, and invoke curses against climate hate-mongerers and malingerers less? You scare our more pedestrian neighbors. But I was listening. The trees were talking in their windblown surfing voices of autumn colored breeze swaying like Green Fairy SkyWoman Blessing each falling leaf spinning tales revolving moral compasses drifting from win to lose coming to rest where they first gave birth, Blessed by Grandmother Moon's ultra-violet rhythms lights and dual dark dilemmas, mystery, everyday awe expecting sacred wonder. Oh, well then, I was wondering why you were so quiet out there... So, what's your plan for today? I thought I might plant more trees. Want some company? If we both listen more, and ask impatient questions less. Planting already faithful saplings or merely hopeful seeds of co-relationship? Depends on how long we care to be remembered for our civil kindness, green cooperative intent, revolutionary winning trees and winning people values norms voices natural and spiritual bilaterally democratic spinning energy, healthy merits and unhealthy demerits, regenerative plantings more than degenerate uprootings, climate health supplanting wealth of disease, unease, dissonant disassociating trees. Dearest, I'm having trouble following some of your connections. Do you think that's the THC or Holy Cooperative Spirit whispering? Yes, love.