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Grandmother Oak

Grandmother Oak

The Queen of Oak Meadows. She has resided over my entire life and has always been there. I used to climb on Her as a girl, then as a maiden, then as a young woman, and now at the age of 37 She still welcomes me to rest my cheek against Her ancient skin, to dream in Her emerald hem.

Explosive Potential

Explosive Potential

I found the large seed pod on a back country road in the jungle state of Nayarit, Mexico. Like a woody pumpkin, it made for an interesting decoration beside my bed where I hung a small collection of earrings from its attached stem.