'A hive for the buzzing bees A nest for birds There ain't no words For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of the.. ' by the Cowsills OF THE TREES!!!!
Old and new growth
Having read both Finding the Mother Tree, and The Hidden Life of Trees, I have decided to allow the centre of our forest, the little piece untouched by my saw and slippers, to remain as it is.
This small portion of the forest is home to three large oak trees, numerous pine and spruce trees, and a variety of coniferous and decidous saplings. Plus grasses, ferns, wild flowers, and a wide variety of fungi.
A forest where the trees connect with the soil, with the fungi and the mushrooms, communicating through a large underground network.
Red Squirrels have turned this old pile of brush into their home.From someone else’s forest floor, to our forest floor.
While looking at this part of the forest, I am reminded of a story my father used to tell about his first impressions of this new country, Canada, he and his small family were about to call home.
When stepping off of the train, surrounded by forest, he surveyed the area and thought to himself, ‘it won’t be difficult to find employment in this country, they have yet to trim their trees.’
In the forest the Mother Trees recognizes, and talks to their kin, shaping future generations.
I have always been a tree hugger, but now I hug them for a different reason. Or maybe now I’m realizing the reason.
In the summer of 2014, my family and I, along with my cousin from Kamloops, attended the 35th annual Kamloops Pow Wow. One of the largest celebrations of First Nations culture and heritage in Western Canada.
On our walk from the parking lot to the Pow Wow, we passed a large, grey, dark building. My cousin educated us on the original use of this structure, the Kamloops Indian Residental School. We could feel the cries and sadness that eminated from the building.
In sharp contrast to the beauty, the power, and strength, of the Pow Wow.
A small child stands at the top of the stairs at the bottom of Spirit Catcher, in Barrie, On., on the shores of Kempenfelt Bay, holding a sign that reads EVERY CHILD MATTERS.This morning, at Springwater Provincial Park, I dropped some sacred tobacco onto the smoldering ashes of a sacred fire. I prayed for all of the abused children, and for those children suffering from abuse today.Strength, power, beauty, and I hope, healing.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 