Tree Spirit

Eyes shut, she speaks to me,
limbs shivering in the cold,
rustles a forgotten melody.

Like a sapling, soul responds,
trembles with anticipation,
reaches for ancient blessing.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

21 thoughts on “Tree Spirit”

  1. “Trembling with anticipation… for an ancient blessing” I love this, V.J.

    Just yesterday I read an article titled Hermann Hesse on What Trees Teach Us About Belonging and Life ( ). I had recently read his Siddhartha and remember this theme of trees in this work.

    It’s lovely that you can hear when trees speak to you – no small talk there, just messages sprinkled with wisdom.

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  2. this reached to my heart so tenderly, i love your photo, i often do the same, just stand beneath a tree and feel its whispers, V.J this is one of your strongest lines I have read.

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