We that live in this land called England are blessed. I’ve lived in other countries of the world, and no place did the plants speak to me like they do here. Perhaps that’s why they are such a big part of my novels. Not only are the hedgerows and fields full of plants that are useful for physical healing, but there are many that provide healing of a different sort.
This last weekend I visited an ancient yew in the churchyard of Compton Dundon.
Estimated to be some 1700 years old, standing in the presence of this elder was magical. Does one walk away the same person from such a profound experience? The energy and peace emanating from this sacred tree touches me even now. With an open and loving heart, you can become a new you at the old yew.