trees communicate differently. the fresh spring green of the beech trees must be an archetypal colour as the soul is reacting strongly to it; it is balsamic, cleansing, soothing on such a deep deep level. i can feel that my whole being is soaking up this color green. may renewal green. how touching, when riding alone in the landscape, one with the horse, the subtle doesn’t hide from me. completely accepted, woven in with the wild, the wild and I part of the same matrix. pains fall into place, perspectives become spring clear. all is well.
House Schmagerow 