“This morning I felt I was having a touching, quiet conversation with something eternal, like standing in a forest, surrounded by whispers of wisdom that have been growing for centuries. I have spent so many years running through the world, and now I tread more gently and walk more slowly, bowing at times and pausing often, appreciating that stillness is not stagnation but something “holyâ€. The trees, with their rooted patience, remind us to stay, to be, to allow the light to flow through us instead of always chasing it.â€
Nigel Tattersfield, writer










