The Grove Oak

I have mentioned this idea before, but now I offer the quotation...

I think it possible that some of the disagreements in the debate about truth start with these broad differences in whether we see ‘truth-as-correctness’, a thing that can be determined, and into which nothing of us enters; or ‘truth-as-unconcealing’, a process of something revealing itself to us only through our experience. (Heidegger often used the Greek word for truth, aletheia, which literally means ‘un-forgetting’, allowing something to emerge from oblivion.) - The Matter With Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions and the Unmaking of the World, Iain McGilchrist

Something emerging from oblivion. I had thought that the fallen Grove Oak had died. But that was not the case.

I sat on the dead stem in the evening after my day at Cabilla and the tree said:

Half of me is dead and it feeds and protects. Half of me is alive and it grows and protects. It all becomes part of the plan when it happens. That is to understand time as destiny. It is as it is.

the evening was lovely. I listened to blackbirds getting ready for bed, saw a tawny owl and a barn owl and later was the centre of a bat feeding session.

When I left the tree, I found myself dropping to my knees in the deep sward of long grass to pay my respects. The Grove will still become a grove.