Sacred Tree: A Medicine Story for the Intuitively Intelligent.
The tree spirit flowed up through her. Out through her head like a crown forming a golden halo.
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An Ode to the Glastonbury Oak.
You too hold the wisdom and the medicine in your bones, sure as I stand upon this spot. For you too are sacred. You too are of the earth.
I’m a Daughter of Mother Earth.
I sat at the bottom of a colossal tree with my hands sensing its fondness. I let myself be attached to its coolness and warmth, feeling like a child in my mother's lap. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs, savoring this union and the sensations of a full soul.
I Am Walking Through Trees, Falling in Love. {poetry}
So I watch as his luminescent hands trace my body as if it was Braille
and his mouth inhale my breath as if it were smoke and his eyes stoke the embers of my passions...
My Return To The Earth: The First One Who Got Me.
“Yes, you’re allowed to have this joy. So irresistible that you can’t keep your paws off it. There is no longer any other way to be,” my Earth whispers to me as I return after too long an absence. “Yes, this joy is for you. Just take it.” How could it be that ...
I Need Your Love.
My dreams lose their senses in the
redolent path of wishes and desires,
they pass through the loom to distill their mind.
The Wandering Tree. {fiction}
Once, a tree unlike any other grew in the forest. As he grew, his roots dug deeper into the rich soil, his branches reached higher and higher into the sky, and his trunk grew thick and heavy. But as he looked around him at his neighbors of decades — even centuries — he felt unsatisfied. ...
My Tree and Bearer Of Water: Mama, I See You.
{source} Mama, I see you. And in you I see me because I am you and came from you. In the parts of myself I’ve pushed away with relentless strength, I see you too; my mirror and my mother, for all that you are and in all you are not. I regret the times I’ve made you feel small, because I’ve felt ...
Listening To Trees — Guides And All-Embracing Shadows Of The Truth.
Connecting with trees, feeling and listening to their messages, has helped me to create a more stable structure around my work with plants; they were the missing element. Their size, woodiness, age and vibration give scale to the plant world.