This beech tree stands on the edge of the woods which spill away from the parkland gardens of the old abbey. It has been here a long time. It’s roots reach down through the same rocks and soil which covered this patch of earth when Mary Queen of Scots was struggling for her throne. The sound of the River Esk has soothed this tree since it was a tiny fragile sapling just making its way in the world.
Here on the edge of the river and the woods thousands of young hands have carved their hopes of love into the bark of this tree. As the tree has grown their names and letters have stretched and cracked across the trunk, leaving its skin tattooed with promises of love, growing into the future. The wish is the growth of the tree will fuel their dreams of the future. A bit of Celtic tree magic right before our eyes. Some will be broken and some will hold, but what has been carved can’t be uncarved. Regardless, the tree continues to bear witness. I wonder how their stories are unfolding now.
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