Week 2: Cedar Shadows Deepen

Both smooth, ridged and stringy the fibrous bark of the cedar was the first tree I learned to easilly recognize when coastal BC became my home.

Tall and straight it seemed to welcome me into its parlour, wordlessly inviting me to walk amongst its roots; to become familiar with the way it stood, quietly holding space welcoming multitudes of createures and plants in mutual symbiosis. The usnea draping itself throughout its branches. The delicate green strands waving and dancing with the winter breezes or heavily laden with gleaming droplets after another horizontal capricorn rain.

Moving silently among these beneficent giants , fellow occupants of this middle world I begin my search for The Mother Tree.