Grandmother Tree

This tree is on my usual morning walking route. Someone once told me that trees like this are called “zombie trees” — they’re dead, but they still shelter nests and insects and all manner of other life. I’ve also heard them called “grandmother trees” — which I suspect I am getting wrong, but I do love the image. And that inspired today’s draft.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedGrandmother tree rises at the edge of the traila finger pointing at the taller limbs above. One eye-shaped hole at the top of her reachpierced with clear early Spring light.Her decline began on the tailwinds of a hurricane,day by day she releases herselfinto soilinto airinto the hands of those who come for her blessings. Grandmother tree shelters the small ones,nourishes the deep ones,marks time and place as she dissolves.

I will be taking a brief hiatus from the regular newsletters and Wednesday Morning Open Studio after this week. I will be back the first week of April. Paid subscribers will still receive their Bonkers Wisdom and links to DANCEmandala sessions. Meanwhile, I’ll be refilling the creative tank while sitting near big water. Big love, Dear Ones.