In my creative working space, I have framed photos of all the tree friends that have communicated with me and given me their wisdom. When I’m struggling I look up at these photos and remember that they are still out there and more so, still ready to welcome me each time. It wasn’t until I read a book called ‘If Trees Could Talk’ by Holly Worton and cried at the first story of an Oak tree that I realised trees were part of the puzzle—that the pull to nature I could feel in my animal body was indeed a calling from the earth itself, asking me to find the conversations…
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What the Oak Taught Me About My Own Body
Atlas held me. We said nothing, this stunning Oak tree and I, not after asking her if I could lean against her like I have before. Everything had become too much; the constant consumption of social media and opinions from people who tell me they know how to solve the issues in my life better than I do. Every insecurity I have and doubt I had pondered for days had pushed me to a point of annoying myself. Atlas rooted me and let me watch her fragment of the sky. Laying against my dear friend, I allowed the noise to fall away and just be here, with her. …