A pause, this morning. A gaze upwards to the forest canopy, green leaves, tangled branches, an open space with clouds passing overhead. And one high twisted old leafless tree.
I have heard it said that dead trees should be left as much as possible, to weave their own journey towards the Earth. Extra nutrients activated in the soil around dying trees are essential for the forest ecosystem, and wonderful for wildlife.
I ponder this as I stand still, my hands held to her bark, and I hear her whisper “Take care of the elders“.
May more time be spent listening to the wisdom that whispers from the trees that surround us. And may I take in the messages that come my way, and find ways to honour their meaning.