It’s hardly surprising then that trees show up in my work and on my walls.
I’ve been thinking about ‘sacred ground’ ever since. Mulling over what that means for me, what it means for the woods and how we approach and care for them.
The woods are a temple of the spirit for me. A place of rest, of peace, of solace. The dwelling place of god. Or God. Or Goddess. Or Spirit. Or the universe. Whatever works for you.
It’s a good place - the best place - this sacred ground.
I hope you have a chance to find and tend your sacred ground this season. I’ll be thinking about you.