My friend, The Great Grand Father Oak. Standing before it, its megalith like mass and strength can be sensed in the observer's own body. This tree is a guardian of that place, which has many many eyes all around. The Great Oak offers spirit medicine of fortitude and power, entering my body as if by an electric current that magnifies in intensity; synchronized and magnifying in proportion to the growing level of reverence in my heart. I lift my eyes to the sky, now with my own roots deep deep down commingled with Hirs, and just then a lone wind rises and howls in the branches above me.
