Tree Roots and Rambling

I've heard trees described as libraries of the world, that each leaf is like a book, and forests hold collective memories.

Ancestral memories.

When we harvest too many trees and don't leave enough of the old-growth elders, who is there to pass on the knowledge to the saplings? Is it kept in the seeds, or do their roots need to intertwine to unlock the codes.

When we, as humans, forget to root into this earth, we tend to forget her wisdom. May we remember.

Go outside.
Breathe deep.
Listen to the wisdom of the trees.

I took this photo on a plantation in Louisiana. One of my favourite things about the South is the trees, especially these Live Oaks.

This will be yet another late-night entry for #treetuesday, started by @old-guy-photos. I tend to do mine when it's already Wednesday in most of the world, but I don't think the trees care.

Thanks for reading!

Peace. @katrina-ariel

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Author bio: Katrina Ariel is an old-soul rebel, musician, tree-hugging yogini, and mama bear to twins. Author of Yoga for Dragon Riders (non-fiction) and Wild Horse Heart (romance), she's another free-spirit swimming in the ocean of Steemit.

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