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oakreclining4 It was a normal oak tree as far as oak trees go, except that it curved back like it was reclining before it reached out for the sky.
Devon walked towards the oak tree with focused determination. Her mind was a blaze with conversation. Dialogues she had recently had with people crowded the busy intersection of her mind. New possibilities vied for her attention and all she wanted to do was breathe.
She leaned against the oak tree, bending her back like she was doing a back stand. She gazed up at the sky. If it were an eye it would be the eternal ageless eye of the crone gazing back at her with enduring peace.

oakoverShe toned, unwinding her thoughts, letting them squirm away into the grass and seep into the earth. Devon took a deep breath and on her next exhale the wind kicked up and the sun came out of hiding. The leaves danced high above her and felt comforting. Devon made an effort to hear their song. She imagined it was a lullaby that the crone was singing to her. Devon surrendered to the crone’s constant calm blue eyes, and her dancing leaf song. Rustling notes never sounded so sweet. Devon stretched out her arms imagining they were branches. She reached higher and higher, further and further, stretching her mind to stillness.
oaksun

The sun squeezed through the oak’s branches dripping sunbeams into Devon’s brow and crown. They filled her mind with light that spread its radiance throughout her body, warming her soul. In that moment Devon opened her heart and received deep nurturance from the crone, from the sun, from the wind, from the oak. As she let go deeper still, she could have sworn she heard the old oak sigh. Was it being nurtured too? Devon wondered. The crone sang dancing leaves of joy and Devon joined her. Her song was quiet, reverent. She was at peace.
They stayed there together; Devon and oak, until the sun turned crimson and reddened the sky. If you would have looked at the oak, you would have seen two souls entwined, neither human or tree, but instead a silhouette of love.

And that’s the end of the story.

Copyright © 2015, Vlatka Herzberg, all rights reserved. You may not reproduce materials without permission from Vlatka Herzberg.
Photos © 2015 Vlatka Herzberg

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