I began exploring indigenous ways of living many years ago. As a descendant of Northern Appalachians and Northern Europeans I quickly learned that trees are key to survival. Trees provide fuel for fires, lumber for shelter, furniture, and tools, and of course food and medicine. The air we breathe is an intimate exchange between all of the plants and trees, which in turn interact with the soil, like bridges between the earth and the sky.

When the winter nights lingered and icy winds roared through the landscape, my ancestors expressed a deep sense of gratitude that spirit provides. They looked to trees for signs of spring. Trees provided medicine and food year round in one form or another while everything else lay dormant in the earth.

I often find myself wandering through the woods where I discover healing and hope, inspiration and determination, and the grit to bear whatever comes my way.

Come walk with me, through a year of trees.