This photo is a snapshot of tree fungi on a fallen birch tree. One would say that the tree was diseased and made sick by the poisonous fungi and its fallen uprooted fate resulted in dead wood.
What she teaches me, is that, there is no death. “Dead” trees hold energy, for there is continued life that surrounds it. Sickness, poison, disease, and darkness are all around, but when we come face to face with it, when dark meets dark, a transformation occurs through mere recognition. It can’t help but transmute into a form of beauty, just by being seen. Just by being acknowledged.
Darkness is the gift. Death is a transition into the light. The death of darkness. If there is a death.
When I brought this metal print into the woods with me, back to the place where I discovered me through her, all she wanted was to be bathed in the light. To be healed. Over and over. And to *be* luminous.