Many of the trunks were twisted and some had hollows in the trunk. One was big enough for me to go inside and feel the energy of the trees in a very different way.

My friend Georgina and I sang into the hollows, listening into the whirls of the wood and hearing harmonics ring through our voices.

One tree had fallen but apples were still growing from some of the branches. I was lucky that Georgina knew of this place, off the tourist map, one of the places she goes to walk and sing and listen to the land.
Many sacred sites, like this one, are in our own backyards and are waiting for us to honor them. Do you have a special place in nature that you go to for guidance? What messages have you been given?
