The forest is a place of such magic and diversity. It is full of life, sustaining so many animals, insects, birds and plant life. Not to mention the amazing network of mycelium that exists beneath the soil. So it makes perfect sense that it is the forest that so many go to, in order to celebrate life, to celebrate themselves.

When I was living in Ireland, I would often go to the forest with my little family, to gather with friends and create a sacred space, within a sacred space. We would build a fire, and cook our food on it and take great comfort and warmth from it. A fire, that the wood from the trees provided for us. We would gather the fallen branches and use them to burn, leaving only ash in which to feed the soil.

We would sit and talk, sit and ponder. Until it got dark and then we would sit and make music, sit and sing. Allowing our chorus to join that of the forest creatures, becoming one with our environment. Held and protected by these beautiful trees that surrounded us. I love to sleep in the forest, to be held in the trees embrace.

I remember when I travelled to the amazon, I spend a few days camping out with a guide. We had only a mosquito net around us and a sleeping bag to sleep on. I swear I could feel the forest floor move beneath me. And the sound, oh the sound it was an orchestra that I heard, insects, monkeys, birds all very vocal and making such sweet music. It always took me hours to get to sleep.

It was to the forest I went, to hold my first daughters naming/welcoming ceremony. A small forest that my father used to live on. Such a beautiful spot, down a windy road that not many travel one. The perfect place to create yet another sacred space.

A place to call in the directions and ask for their guidance in raising my child. A place where I could contemplate this new journey that I was on.

My daughter was born in June and her birth tree is the Hawthorn. So on her naming day we planted her placenta in the earth, covered it with soil and then planted an Hawthorn tree on top. Hawthorn the tree of the heart. ( yes that is her placenta in the picture above)

This little tree that we planted was our way of giving something back to the earth, for the gift of our daughter. A celebration of life, with life. Honouring the life circle, an never ending circle. One that we are all a part of. When some one is born, what better way to celebrate their arrival, than feeding the soil and planting a tree. A life giving tree, a tree of the heart.