The Listening Tree

A quiet place to leave a message, a hope or a reflection.

Sometimes a quiet moment is all we need to begin again.

The Listening Tree

Some people write in journals.

Some talk with friends.

Throughout history, people have also spoken quietly to trees.

The Listening Tree is a quiet place to leave a message — something you're carrying, something you're grateful for, or something you hope for.

The tree listens without judgment.

If you'd like, leave a short message for the tree.

You might share:

• Something you're grateful for today

• Something heavy on your mind

• A message to someone you miss

• A hope for the future

• A reminder you want to give yourself

The Listening Tree

Take a quiet moment. If something has been on your heart today, you can leave it here.

Your reflection can be anonymous. The Listening Tree is simply a place for thoughts to rest.

Example reflections left beneath the tree

Today was difficult, but I'm still here.

— Anonymous

Growth takes longer than we think, but something is always happening beneath the surface.

— Anonymous

I'm learning that even quiet progress still matters.

— Anonymous

Reflections

I don't feel strong today. I'm just here. Trying to get through it without falling apart, even of no one else can see the effort its taking. I don't have answers right now. But I'm still here and I glad I can leave this here.

— Anonymous

Nothing special about today. Just a little peace and I'll take it.

— Anonymous

Today was harder than I expected. But I made it through.

— Anonymous

Not my best day. Not my worst either.

— Anonymous

I still reach for my phone sometimes to call her. Not even for anything important… just the small things. Something I saw. A thought I had. A moment I wanted to share. And then it hits me again. She’s not there. Some days I can talk about her and smile. Other days it feels like the loss just happened all over again. It’s strange how life keeps moving… but part of me is still back there, in a time where she was here. I’m learning to carry it differently. Not better… just differently. I see her in little things now. In quiet moments. In the way I think. In the things she taught me without even realizing it. I miss her in ways I don’t always have words for. But I’m still here. And I know she would want that. So I’m trying.

— Anonymous

A quiet reflection will appear here.

— Anonymous

Messages may be shared anonymously on this page to help encourage others.

Like trees in a forest, we grow stronger together.

If you feel connected to this... you might want to know where it began.

Where the Roots Began