Where to go? where to find some calm understanding? the confusion of teenage life!
But the oak tree knew. Knew what? I am unsure but certainly something. It s rough bark, the uncomfortable roots that I wriggled my bottom into. Its shady architecture and protective shadow shielding me from eyes out there in the bright light.
Where to go? where to find some calm understanding? the confusion of teenage life!
But the oak tree knew. Knew what? I am unsure but certainly something. It s rough bark, the uncomfortable roots that I wriggled my bottom into. Its shady architecture and protective shadow shielding me from eyes out there in the bright light.
50 years later I look across to a group of those lofty members that typify British woodlands, now standing lonely in a field providing shade to those that stop their offspring re-populating the landscape- sheep. That shifting sheep shadow of white following the orbit of the sun , individuals each taking turns to be an edge guardian as the shade moves.
In looking to understand a sense of belonging defined by separation, trees appeared on the page, asking me questions, inspiring reflections, offering themselves as material and subject, joining me up.
Like the sun and moon
What do they mean for you?
Pip Woolf 
For me, it’s the fact that a tree was here years, sometimes centuries, before me and may well be for the same time after I’ve gone. Perspective.
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