This morning, someone I gave a Tree Reading to yesterday sent pictures of the offering he made at the base of the tree we'd read through. Splashes of magenta against soil and root, flower petals given to the Oak King. It made me teary-- that despite everything, some of us are in real, not-insignificant ways growing closer to the gods of the land again. Although imperialism, empire, colonialism, and fascism have stamped out those who are close to the earth before-- though this relationship is no final protection from what they seek to do-- it does grow in us exactly the kind of bravery and space you are writing about. The sovereignty to know when it's time to act and how and to be able to.
YES- love ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🏻🌳 and thank you for sharing. The photo of the tree in this essay feels exactly like that kind of offering- a water recepticle for migrants crossing. Very real, and deeply spiritual, an act of love and care amidst the violence of empire.
This morning, someone I gave a Tree Reading to yesterday sent pictures of the offering he made at the base of the tree we'd read through. Splashes of magenta against soil and root, flower petals given to the Oak King. It made me teary-- that despite everything, some of us are in real, not-insignificant ways growing closer to the gods of the land again. Although imperialism, empire, colonialism, and fascism have stamped out those who are close to the earth before-- though this relationship is no final protection from what they seek to do-- it does grow in us exactly the kind of bravery and space you are writing about. The sovereignty to know when it's time to act and how and to be able to.
YES- love ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🏻🌳 and thank you for sharing. The photo of the tree in this essay feels exactly like that kind of offering- a water recepticle for migrants crossing. Very real, and deeply spiritual, an act of love and care amidst the violence of empire.