When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees?
I see the forest but then quickly become lost in the essence of the individual tree. The beauty of the branches, the wonder of the buds, the protection of the canopy of leaves, the strength and longevity of the tree, the scars she bears, all are part of the energy she emits.
Some trees are more powerful than others. My backyard elm has helped heal my wounded soul many times. There is a tree on my walk that I go to when I am especially depleted. He is very large, and very old, very scarred and should be ugly, but he is divine, his scars take my breath away in their beauty. The ground beneath him hums with energy and he radiates power.
I see the forest, but each tree is sacred, a gift from God, a channel for the powerful healing energy within the earth.