Tuesday as I walked along the shore, I was drawn to three trees.

The first was actually three trees itself. Tall, proud, and strong, it was just beginning to show its age.

Next was a tree that had fallen over and was in some stages of decay. Parts of it looked like driftwood. I was in awe. There were portals into other worlds, and formations the looked like pieces of art. Much of the tree was weathered like driftwood. As dead as it was, it was providing a home to new growth, and I’m sure, passage into another realm.

The tree farthest away looked like half of it was missing; it was listing to one side. It, too, had hollow sections and parts sculptured by nature. I spent much of the late afternoon with these trees. Talking to them. Asking questions. Offering touch, appreciation and love. I had always been a water witch who liked trees and rocks, but now that I have croned, I feel more like the earth with its trees, rocks, soil and bones, but who still loves the water. Trees are symbols of the interconnectedness of life – they breath in what we exhale, and we breath in the oxygen they create. They represent the interwoven web of everything magical. They connect the sky to the earth. They have healing properties and communicate with each other. Even seemingly dead, their energy is very much alive.

If there are witches who aren’t drawn to trees (or rocks), I haven’t met them.