9/7/2021 4 Comments The Singing Tree
I was in the presence of the gods: time slowed. Has anyone, I wonder, sat their baby in a crib underneath an aspen tree? The invisible wind sent ripples through the canopy, leaves dancing on strong petioles, glittering light caressing their surface as they twisted and spun and never fell. What could be better, I wondered, than watching this aspen? The sunlight became something more than shadows and heat, the wind was transported into an understandable concept, the scent of the sweet meadow around rose up and enveloped me in bliss. This was where I wanted to be: forget the encroaching bracken, tune out the drone of the road noise, the aspen was at the centre of the universe and my spirit lifted with its leaves.
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Lauren Kennelly
9/7/2021 08:16:09 pm
What a treat to read. 🍃
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Colleen McCulloch
10/7/2021 11:00:59 pm
Freya recently discovered the sensory delight of the Aspen. It was lovely to watch the wonder in her face, I was holding her there for a good 15 mins (til my arm got tired!) while she stroked, caught, listened to and watched the whispering leaves. She seems to really love trees, and gazes up through the dappled light of the canopy in the birch tree in our garden. :)
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