A day of sublime colour

Kairos the Mystical Oak looks very mystical in those images!

This is what he said:

Home is a place and a time. Place is time that is rooted, which is why plants are always at home. Migration is a home that is routed. Roots and routes turn time into place. Tell the stories of your roots and routes to fix your mind in belonging. There is always the need to fix as the VOCs fix the water into rain and the chlorophyll fixes light into sugar.

There is no one to one relationship with birds. All are in service to trees, removing bugs and pollinating and spreading seeds.

Aulus's view of the wren is a traditionalist approach. He lives in an old place and knows the stories

I have lost that connection to the tree myth space.

But we get by with what we have and accept what we do not. It is true that every moment we start afresh. No resentment and gratitude is not how I would describe it. I would describe it as the conditions that are there for living. Without which there would be no moment to start afresh in.

The Goddess knows some of what you ask. And she says that in these places where winter is, the songs are what keeps the world alive. She says wren and robin keep singing the world into being when all is dead or dormant. That is their magic, and we know it is myth. But we value, in any case, the beauty that glitters in darkness.

We value it because we are part of the beauty and of the darkness. We are all born out of the darkness, which is the ultimate home. And that's why I say something can be beyond sacred.