My religion is the Earth, man. I believe in trees.
Everybody who's anybody longs to be a tree.
I'm not going to be some kind of PC, tree-hugger.
The Chipko activists have always been close to my parents, since my father was among the few forestry officials who supported them within the bureaucracy. And I was involved with the Chipko movement in my student days.
Liberals must stop hugging trees and start kicking some ass.
To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.
If you're not a tree hugger, then you're a what, a tree hater?
I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.
When I got to New York, I immediately ran like a wild child to Central Park to touch the trees. I am like an animal about trees. I must be near them.
Hugging trees has a calming effect on me. I'm talking about enormous trees that will be there when we are all dead and gone. I've hugged trees in every part of this little island.
I have this exercise that I propose to everybody: Hug a tree and complain for a minimum 15 minutes. Be yourself, and do something that you really feel deeply.
