In Memoriam: My Friend, the Tree

“If someone had ever asked me if I thought of myself as an animist, I’m sure I would have said yes,” writes Eric O. Scott. “But I don’t know if I really understood that commitment until I bonded with Friend Tree, and didn’t confront its implications until his time was at an end.”

Bones of the Mother

The horizon promised forever, with the land in between rich with life and beauty. The Divine Mother was present everywhere in those fertile fields, hills, and mountains. The endurance of the land and the creatures and spirits who dwell there filled me with awe.