January 20, 2016 § Leave a comment
She is a supple strong grace, a willow tree grown in a valley thick with shadows. She is rooted deep in soil and stone, dark verdant life pulsing slowly through her core like the Earth’s own heartbeat.
Hers is the velvet jeweled shadow of wood and water. She stands in the hurricane and thrives, rustling her own quiet power in harmony with its fierce volume. She stands in the flooding of rivers, she survives fire and frost, rockslide and drought. The rings of her growth will bear testimony to her strength and trials, but they are held within for few to see. She gives shade and anchor because that is her nature and in providing, she is fulfilled.