Kissing the sky with my mind I sit quietly and stare at the changeling, as she opens. The
old beech tree standing there singing in the corner of the field. She is so beautiful, wise,
matriarchal in her stature and I love her. There is a deep connection here that always opens up in me as this autumnal bridge leads me stepping towards the dark winter.
Reaching within, to silence, I call on her to sink her colour into my being, that each and every leaf bring a blessing, a song, a prayer to carry my own fire into the cold and often bleak months that will follow. She answers always with a majesty and i know i am heard
in a way that holds me in cave’s cradle until the coming spring awakens new growth.
ancient tree sister
autumn song of the soft heart-
fire in the whole