an invitation to be with trees.

There is a place

where eucalypts

grow tall and reach

towards each other

and when the sun shines

their trunks are gashed

by spears of light

the leaves glint

and spangle in the air.

The moist compact soil

makes a carpet

heavy and scented

which muffles my steps.

This is healing ground

able to absorb pain

and renew courage.

Let me show you.

This is a poem I found years ago. I know I have been to healing grounds like this, only with Irish native trees: birches, oaks and yews. I offer my stories and meditations in the same spirit.