The Mother Tree
A hidden story of care beneath the woodland floor. PLUS- the link to tomorrows circle.
I have begun to think that one of the greatest losses in our relationship with the living world is not that we have forgotten the names of plants or birds, but that we have forgotten their stories.
Not the stories we have told about them, but the stories they have been quietly living for millions of years.
There are conversations taking place all around us. Beneath bark and beneath our feet. Carried on the wind, written through roots, leaves, fungi and bacteria. So much of the living world exists in relationship, exchanging nutrients, chemical signals, scents and countless other gifts. Yet these conversations are so gentle, and so constant, that we have almost stopped hearing them.I have begun to think that one of the greatest losses in our relationship with the living world is not that we have forgotten the names of plants or birds, but that we have forgotten their stories.
Stories written through millions of years of relationship, reciprocity and change.