By Lian Brook-Tyler

This photo of me with my tree was taken on a summer afternoon last year. It was balmy and it was balm… warm, soothing, languorous.

I was with my tree yesterday… it was a quintessentially bitter and blustery English February day – the sky was beautiful, and yet only furred creatures would feel at home beneath it.

As I pressed against my tree, with the biting wind howling around me, I asked “Why was I called to this?”

“This” meaning my tree, the wild, and shamanism.

And my question was “this” versus exploring only the other forms of magic and spirituality that I’m called to… that I can do, quite nicely thank you, from my bed, my altar or in candle-lit ceremony around a blazing fire.

The answer came with my cold nose and watering eyes.

“This is how I learn to be in this body on this earth”.

It’s a vital lesson and I see now that it’s one that only the Great Mother can teach me.

She is immune to my charm and enchantment.

She won’t allow me to turn back down the well worn path of disassociating and bypassing.

She reminds me that this lifetime, my soul chose to walk fully in the realm of Earth as well as Spirit.

She says: Be here now and feel it all.

I’m learning.

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