It was a cold morning for a tree-hug. i was called to this tree by a flickering oak leaf that from a distance looked like a golden ball of molten glass.
Dressed for winter the sturdy tree-beings danced in the icy-wind.
Bark ski-trails in reverse to the sky
Tree-balance and harmony.
If you look closely you might see a beautiful bark-maiden looking out towards the woods. Her angel tree-kitty above her. Message: Your inner warmth prevails despite the cold wind blowing. Center and follow your light. Dance with your angels. Peace