#darkearthsuggestions
On a recent hike, I passed a massive overturned tree. Its roots had been ripped from the soil, but not entirely - they twisted and hung, like the bars of a cage, before snaking back into the earth. They made a sort of room, an open space between the tree and the ground, walled in by vines and thick, gnarled roots. As I studied it, a voice in the back of my mind kept repeating, “Things dwell here. I am a trespasser. This is a sacred place.”
