Ancient Yew, root deep in the Truth. Spiral around the pulsating heart of Gaia, allowing Her will to stretch through your limbs and rouse the skies to rain Love onto her fertile body. Messenger; Pillar; Bridge. You hold the keys in your seeds, scattered like silent whispers upon the page of Earth below. May we remember to breathe deep these ancient lineages you bare like fruit for the lungs, like an enlivened rhythm of Flame for the Heart to meet once again. DNA meets & merges here. Timelines heal in your presence. Lifetimes collapse back into Love through courage and grace. Help us to feel all we are avoiding. Remind us that generations of your one-leggeds have stood like quiet, humble legends without the need for praise or recognition. You are a gentle solace for the wickedness and sickness in our hearts to melt back to Awe. Sanctuary. Teacher. Ally. May all imprints be cleared here, now, through our souls choosing to step up and mirror your ancient aliveness. Your resilience. Your strong simplicity of Truth. For all cells of this Holy Mother, for all our collective wombs. May our wounds be emancipated and surrendered in Love at the feet of the Divine. I love you. And I thank you for your medicine. ππ»ππ»ππ»ππ»ππ» #yew #treemagic #goodmedicine #muckrossabbey #ireland #healing #dna #spiral #treeteacher #lovesvoice #surrender #natureheals
