They say oak trees grow for 300 years, and stay in their glory for another 300 years, and then decay and die their last 300 years.
One of my favourite places to meet a 600 years old friend, is Gökalv in Blekinge, Sweden.
We have many things to talk about, and I have learned so much about life from him. He may be rugged to touch, but his wrinkles are mild and forgiving.
I visited last week again, and found him standing there as usual, waiting for me. This time in splendid evening light.
His advice I always follow – stay true to yourself and help others to do the same. Be kind and helpful to all living beings on this earth. That is why we are here together.
When I looked at my photos, now uploaded…I realized his voice was not just in my head or in my mind –
What a marvellous, grounded old tree….what it must have seen over the years!
Yes…I love this one. About 6 metres trunk to hug and at least 600 years old. Did you notice the thin vapour coming out of his ”chest”? Marvellous when I saw it afterwards.
No, I didn’t!
He has a fantastic presence, what a true and loyal friend he is to you – and hopefully countless others.
Thank you, Carol.
Thank you! I love trees, and I guess you do too.
I do unless they fall on Dad’s shed.☹☹😭😭
A remarkable friend, indeed.
So he is.Thank you!