Our forests here in us is also under attack. Every spring i go out into the hemlock grove. I sing to them ( i am not a good singer by the way), i knock on them, plead for them to arm themselves against the wooly adelgid, to wake and fight. Out eastern hemlock is its own species, once gone, it cannot be replaced... Frejas tears....
‘Bless’ - from the French -‘blesser’ - to wound. Joining you in tears. Of suffering and of joy. Meeting you on “the ecstasy of the encounter”.
So beautiful.
Beautiful
Very heart-touching.
One if my stories...
Our forests here in us is also under attack. Every spring i go out into the hemlock grove. I sing to them ( i am not a good singer by the way), i knock on them, plead for them to arm themselves against the wooly adelgid, to wake and fight. Out eastern hemlock is its own species, once gone, it cannot be replaced... Frejas tears....
Thank you very much for this. Exactly what I needed to read today. Perfect medicine and perfect dosage. 🙌🏼❤️🩹