
It is still life. Death, be not proud!
It is still life. Death, be not proud!
… branches are thoughts. (Thinking like an oak is a fine way to travel through light.)
Trees open. The opening is us, not them, but we can’t do it without them.
Until we are among them, then we know more, too. These ancient celtic forests in the Jura are still home after a couple thousand years. That kind of deep knowledge attests to […]