Posted by: Shanna Germain | 09/03/2009

Pg. 155: Creatures of the Trees


Can you see this one too? The photo doesn’t really do it justice, I don’t think. But let me say this: While I was out walking by myself, in the semi-dark, in the middle of the woods, it scared me a wee bit.


Trees. I always forget to look at trees. Why? Because they’re there, I suppose. I can’t tell the difference between trees all that well, although I should be able to. I used to spend so much time in the woods with my grandfather — he seemed to know every tree and plant and animal. That kind of connection he had to the land — dowsing for water, making maple syrup, knowing where to dig the wild leeks… I want that kind of connection, and in some ways I have it, I suppose.

But I don’t have it here, in this new land. Here, I can only remind myself to slow down, to see, to look. And then I don’t see broad-leafed or black-barked. I see kelpies and skulls and goddesses. I suppose that’s just something in my nature, to always look for what’s beyond the surface, to see the thing that isn’t there…



Goddess running on the hill.



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