healingwords: poetry for the soul

This beautiful holm oak is in the centre of a hidden grove of trees, protected by smaller oaks and brambles. Entering the grove feels like walking into the rarefied atmosphere of a great Cathedral, a sacred space of stillness.  I feel calmed and renewed leaning on the strong trunk, looking upwards through the canopy to the sky. 

When I am able, I walk through trees on the hillside, watching the seasons mark the land. The light leads me on, the path at times shaded, my destiny unknown.