Standing tall
Strong
Bent and backwards
Crippled and crazy
On call
On duty
Allowing
Accepting
Witness to new births, transformation, death, disease, medicine and miracles
Secrets kept
their skin, bones, beauty, youth, wisdom
Taken, given, surrendered
No grudges
Cycling through growth, dormancy, maturity
Even re-birth
Showing colors and cyclical wisdom
Tree medicine
Bleeding nutrients, the sweetest confection offered
Delighting the palate
Window closing
weather warming
Spring looming, buds popping
We honor your life
Appreciate the liquid, solids and chips
The medicine, sweetness, shade and beauty
In partnership
Thank You 💚
I believe in the magic of trees. I can be found touching, smelling and cozying up to trees. They’re all so welcoming, fragrant, protective and accepting of love from us. My ancient friends on my land, lovingly offer their sap which I respectfully process into delicious syrup. Bark, of the Shag-bark tree also creates a delectable syrup. Elderberry, Linden, Maples, Oaks, Willow… Oh, my momma Willow. How I honor thee. I would say one of the most disappointing events I witnessed this year involved my 100+ yr old Willows. 
A Fish Named Karen 