Finding the Mother Tree: Discovering the Wisdom of the Forest

by Suzanne Simard

It seems the forest always remembers. Even when we’d like it to forget our transgressions.

We think that most important clues are large, but the world loves to remind us that they can be beautifully small.

I was born to the wild. I come from the wild. I can’t tell if my blood is in the trees or if the trees are in my blood.

Mistreatment of one species is mistreatment of all. The rest of the planet has been waiting patiently for us to figure that out.