The weather is so mercurial this time of year. One day I am in a sweater and the next I am sleeping on top of my sheets and still sweating.
I learned the term “dendropsyche” the other day. It refers to tree’s spirit or soul. Even if it is a made-up word, the feeling of the word resonated with me. Trees are the memory holders of our world. They have seen our ancestors and they will see our descendants. To me, they are a bridge that allows us to tap directly into the heartbeat of the earth. Trees take pride in their longevity and resilience and we can learn much from them. Listening to the wind play with the trees is hearing your own blood rush through your veins.