Beloved Stillness
Seeking refuge with the trees in times of turmoil
Without fail, the trees meet me in my deepest aches. Last week, heartsick over my personal and collective grief, I found myself walking through the forest.
The sting of loss and the gaping ache of the unknown was too big for me to carry by myself. I started to listen beyond my body.
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