Continuing my unfolding connection and relationship with oak, I am beginning to share some writings and thoughts on this, so here is a little more, I hope you enjoy reading it.
In the gentle embrace of the forest, where sunlight filters through the verdant canopy, lies an oak tree, majestic and ancient. Its branches reach towards the heavens, whispering secrets gathered over countless seasons. As I approach, a sense of reverence washes over me, for I am about to experience the profound connection that exists between a soul and a mighty tree.
Standing before the oak, I extend my hand, tracing the roughened bark with my fingertips. The weathered ridges and furrows tell tales of endurance and resilience, a testament to the tree's timeless existence. It is as if the very essence of the earth flows through its veins, grounding it deeply within the realm of nature.
As I close my eyes, a symphony of sensations unfolds. I feel a subtle vibration, an energy resonating from the heartwood, reverberating through the air. It beckons me to draw closer, to immerse myself in the silent dialogue between my spirit and the ancient oak.
In this ethereal connection, time becomes fluid, boundaries dissolve. I feel a kinship with the tree, as if we share a common ancestry, as if our roots intertwine beneath the soil, linking us in an intricate tapestry of life. The oak imparts wisdom, whispering secrets of growth and interconnectedness, reminding me of the intricate web of existence that binds us all.
In this intimate communion, I become aware of the oak's breath, a gentle rhythm synchronised with the ebb and flow of the natural world. With each inhale, I draw in the essence of the forest and the fragrance of the exquisite, damp mulch beneath my feet. And all at once I feel safe.