Buried secrets- Christine Ellis

When I was 12 I kept a diary of all of my thoughts. Some of the thoughts were truly embarrassing or frightening, so I decided to keep it well-hidden. After a while however, as the stories and memories piled up in my secret journal, I became more and more paranoid that someone in my family would find it and read all of my hopes, fears, and dreams. Having 2 nosy little sisters didn't help. During that time I remembered reading a book of Greek myths when I was younger and coming across the story of a servant who was told to keep a terrible secret for a god. In a burning urge to tell SOMEONE this incredibly juicy tidbit of gossip, he decided to run out into his fields, dig a hole, whisper the secret into the hole, and then bury it. Seems like a good plan, right (albeit, a little crazy)?
Well, I immediately put down the book, grabbed an old coffee can and stuffed my little diary, now full of things I never wanted anyone to know, into the metal cylinder. I ran outside, found a place I knew no one would look, dug a hole with a little shovel, and buried my memories under a maple tree. Feeling relieved, I went back inside and opened the book again. To my dismay, the story did not have a very happy ending. The wheat in the field, the soil, and the seeds germinating beneath the ground told the goddess of the harvest, Demeter, what the servant had said. Demeter told Zeus and Zeus punished the servant by giving him donkey ears. Now, I knew that THAT was not going to happen, but it got me thinking about something we are now discussing in class.
To really get all you want out of an experience with nature, you have to COMMUNICATE with it somehow. You have to feel its inner workings, it soul. Its a nice thought, to be one with nature. However, looking back, I wonder how much I really believed that the Earth could keep my secrets when it can scarcely keep its own. Every place has its own set of vibes and a feeling that surrounds it. Its mysterious and yet, we inherently know things about it the second we enter the space. When my coffee can was discovered by my dog a few years later, I wondered...had my secrets ever been safe?