i have known for many years that trees, mature trees, are healers. i seek them out when need calls, whether physical, mental or emotional. leaning against them, i am soothed. almost on contact. but the sitting tree with its perfect root seat, its footrest, and my back at a comforting angle against the lower trunk offers healing of a level i have never found before. it is a magical embrace that bestows peace at a soul-deep level. it is guardian and mother all in one. the highest order of maple; inconspicuous, yet willing.
the sitting tree wanted me to tell you, it has counterparts all over the world. it wanted me to tell you to seek them out when you have needs not easily soothed. they are waiting, patiently, by creek beds and river beds to listen, to heal, to offer you the balance of heaven and earth within.
