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Simana’s Diaries -5- The Birch Tree
Simana turned eight, Başkam had stopped asking her questions. He no longer explained the answers; he simply let her smell them.
One morning, they stepped out of the tent together. On the edge of the steppe, they descended into a valley where the wind had fallen silent.
Başkam bent down, parted the soil with his hand, and held out a small leaf to Simana.
this smell like?” he asked.
Simana sniffed the leaf; it was bitter but refreshing.
“Anger…” she said, “But anger that’s about to pass,” she whispered.
Başkam smiled. He recognized it now: viper’s grass.
That day, they sat at the foot of the beech tree.
beech was much more than just a tree; it was a prayer planted in the earth.
Başkam touched the tree’s trunk:
spirit to rise to the heavens, the feet must take root in the earth,” he said.
beech grows in seven layers: six for the earth, one for the heavens.
You, too, will not gaze upon a single heaven until you have learned the seven realms.”
Simana now sensed the plants’ intentions before their scent or texture.
Some plants soothe fear; others multiply hope.
Some soothe pain; others purify the soul…
But there was one sentence that Başkam had taught her:
“Healing isn’t in the plant. It’s in the intention you extend to it.”
Those words settled within Simana like a stone.
years passed, it neither wore away nor was it forgotten…
that day on,
she never asked a plant, “What good are you?”
Because now she knew: healing was not in the earth; it was an echo of the human spirit.
