This is not an oak tree, but it reminded of these Marion Woodman words I came across recently:
The conscious feminine gives us the courage to love an acorn without knowing what an oak tree is.
I have been seeing trees differently lately. More intently, closely. And I feel a bit captivated.
Some recent recurring themes/happenings: Cubbon Park hangs, conscious feminine, trees, branches, sunlight
Two years ago: You’re my favourite, you’re my favourite
Three years ago: There’s still time to change the road you’re on
Five years ago: Cloudless skies
