The old birch tree on the edge of my hill has lost her leaves to the wind, but she lifts her gnarled and whiskery branches to the morning sun and revels in the coming of another day. Do trees feel joy, and do they cultivate mindfulness? This one seems to do exactly that.As years are reckoned by the calendar of the forest, my birch is old and a veritable grandmother among trees. Branches have been expiring and falling away from her for years, but she holds to earth and welcomes the sun.
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I have a similar photo which I might use for a 'farewell' card (in French 'faire part' or condolence card but from the family of the deceased) - because I see my mother as a strong Mother Tree - but then I have SO many ideas about my mum that it may well be another theme when she will be leaving us one day!
If you send me your private mail address, I'd be happy to send you 'my' tree!
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