I call to you

 Dear Reader,

The history of the oak tree is rich with myth, legend and cultural significance.  The oak tree was sacred to many gods, including Zeus, Jupiter, Thor and the Celtic Dagda.   

The oaks association with lightening and thunder may have contributed to its sacred status.  The oak was a symbol of strength and endurance for many ancient cultures the the Druids, Greeks, Romans, Celts, Slavs and Vikings.

Since the earliest ties between humans and oaks a very symbolic image of oaks has developed in which these trees have become associated with longevity, stability, endurance, fertility, power, justice and honesty.

Oaks have been common to these islands since the end of the Ice Age, some 12,000 years ago.  An oak tree can grow over 30 metres tall.  In England the oak is a national symbol of strength.  Couples were wed under ancient oaks in Oliver Cromwell's time.

The oak tree holds a special place in Celtic mythology.  Ancient Celts believed that oak tree were portals to other worldly realms, and Druids held ceremonies in oak groves, associating the tree with spiritual significance.

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From John Everett Millais   October 16th 1851 in Surrey

'Worked on my picture; painted nasturtiums; saw a stoat run into a  hole in the garden wall;   went up to it and endeavoured to lure the little beast out by mimicking a rat's or mouse's squeak.....Succeeded, to my astonishment.  He came half out of the hole and looked in my face, within easy reach.'

From Francis Kilvert    October 25th   1874 in Wiltshire

'A damp morning steaming with heat, the outer air like a hothouse, the inner air colder, and in consequence the old thick panelled walls of the front rooms streaming with the warm air condensed on the cod walls.....The afternoon was so gloomy that I was obliged for the first time to have lights in the pulpit.'

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I Call To You

 

I am the winter snow

the summer sun

I am the birdsong

the first snowdrop

I am the seagull's cry

the gold red sunset

I am the butterfly, the ladybird

the falling leaves

I am the blue mountains

the oak tree

I am whispering trees

the silver stream

I am the Southerly wind

the Northern Star

I am the sound of the sea

the gentle rain

I am the light, peace

love and sisterly soul

 

 

I call to you

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I wrote this poem at 3am in the morning, the words somehow dictated from above.

 

With very best wishes, Patricia