This magnificent ancient oak tree has long since provided sanctuary and rest for me, an escape from the stresses of life. I’ve sat below it and thought about all the things it must have seen, all the historical changes. It must have witnessed so much over a good five hundred years or so. I try to picture the roads with no cars, or with horse and carriages. If only my oak could talk. But unphased, it’s stood strong throughout with a deep wisdom that only age can bring.
I’ve sat below it so many times and everytime I’ve left happier, lighter and it has reminded me that everything will pass. I’ve returned to my life refreshed and came to rely on my oak for this.
I contracted covid March 2020 and then I’ve had long covid ever since. There is no cure as yet. I’ve needed the peace and wisdom my oak brings me more than ever, but sometimes now I can’t get there. Sometimes every step I take feels like I’m pulling a lorry behind me.
On these occasions I’ve so missed the peace and tranquillity my oak brings.
I’ve learnt to take nothing for granted, nothing lasts forever. I’m savouring every moment I do get out and every visit I now make to this special tree I cherish. Please give this special oak a hug from me.
