I stand in humble stillness with reverent, patient trees.
Low Midwinter sun slips gracefully from trunk to auburn leaf, to damp green moss, to bare branch, to trunk.
There is no ‘need’ in this space, no ‘want’; simply a knowing, an understanding and peace.
As the light’s grace touches each tree it opens itself to receiving the blessing, absorbing all it can, basking in the gift before the bright fingers leave it once again.
It cloaks itself up around its own essence then, turning in on itself, to preserve the treasure, using it wisely and well, until the next time;
For there will be a next time, of that we can be sure.
(Sarah Salmon, Brilliant Beings)
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