I visited an old tree-friend this morning for another big hug.
Tree-trumpeters on high welcomed the sun.
An ancient wise-eyed trunk-being shared stories of surviving life's struggles.
Grandmother bark-being still safe in her hollowed-space.
Rock and tree spirits harmonious in their long-standing relationship.
Nearby, amber sap icicles dripped artfully from a decaying fallen-one. Message: Greet the sun. Appreciate the lessons learned through your struggles. Hold hallowed space. Treasure your friends and loved ones. Live artfully. Peace