garden of my childhood was a forest. My father was a forester, and he
and my mother went to live in a small forester's house shortly before I
was born. I'm told that my pram was parked underneath the branches of an
old oak when I napped as a baby, and later on the whole forest became
my playground. Riding my bike or little shetland pony, or walking with
dogs and cats I travelled the paths and tracks without fear. I remember
one evening, while I walked in almost total darkness, the realization
that I could be afraid of the dark in our house, but never were afraid
of the dark in the woods.
Those trees of my childhood shaped my imagination and kindled my
unbounded love for nature. I believe that a forest has a soul, that all
the beings we call trees interlaces and becomes small parts of one great
and unique soul. That we can connect with this special Soul of Trees
and be enriched, healed, and through it, can connect with ourselves on a
deeper and wiser level.
I still love my childhood's forest, I've buried my children's placentas
there and planted a tree above them. It's where my own spiritual
umbilical cord is grounded, and where I can feel truly at Home.
love, responsibility, laughter, knowledge, joy, dedication, compassion, spirituality, passion, creating, crafting, being grounded and connected to the earth, gratefulness for the simple things in life & awareness and appreciation of the beauty around us. I believe in magic.
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