I always touch a tree and apologise before cutting it down. At least, when I remember... Although I must do what has to be done, I still dislike doing it if it means killing a tree, a fox, even a rat. Sure, we have dominion over everything, but we shouldn't take it for granted.
My house is 422 years old, oak-framed, and I've often sat in front of the fire late at night and tried to look back to the lives of those to whom it's been home before me. No success there, so I guess I'm not spiritual enough to receive any vibes!
And I do like to see gates, posts, barns, etc here on the farm that I know are timber that grew right here. Much of it was cut, milled and set in position by me, but most of it by foresters, sawyers and carpenters hundreds of years ago. It seems right, somehow, that those trees 'live' on, just yards from where they grew to maturity.