Returning to the May Tree and the Shape of Love

Returning to the May Tree and the Shape of Love

Returning to the May Tree and the Shape of Love Every spring, when the hawthorn blooms and the hedgerows turn white, I feel it – that quiet pull back to something older than myself. It’s not loud. It doesn’t demand anything. It’s just there – a soft ache, a tug at the...
Spring Equinox: a season of reckoning and release

Spring Equinox: a season of reckoning and release

Spring Equinox: A season of reckoning and release There’s this idea that spring arrives with a sigh. Soft petals, birdsong, everything gently waking up. But if you’ve really paid attention – in the garden, on the land, or within yourself – you’ll know the...
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