The Solace of Trees

old beech tree, Powfoot

I have a wealth of riches in my life - Richard, my sons, my family,my friends, my creative life in words and music,my little cat and a hundred other blessings - but two friends of mine are ill. I go into the woods to be around the trees which seem so unchanging but which are mostly still growing slowly, steadily, until one day, they will stop. I long to have that level of acceptance of the great cycle of existence. In the meantime I have the solace of trees.

 

old, old oak tree, Powfoot