For a while I lived surround by trees ... I used to lay bewitched on my bed of a summer's evening, bewitched by the beautiful Silver Birch, she would beckon to me through my bedroom window rustling her delicate leaves in the breeze, enticing me to gaze at her elegant, silvery slim form, gracefully bending hither which way as the wind directed. It was a spiritual thing! Lately I am revering trees even more ... driving home at dusk, down my lane, through the tunnel of arched ancient trees, beautiful bare branches, silhouetted against the evening sky, I suddenly became aware, I seemed to be enveloped by their presence a feeling of intimacy came over me, I began to sense a close belonging. Today, I'm sighing ... soon these beautiful, bare beings will be busy in their busy-ness of manufacturing spring adornment .... .... the change must take place, they must transform, we all do! Rebecca speaks about change, the cycles of life ... stumbling towards ecstasy Recuerda m