The Wise Old Fig

She has stood here for over 100 years 

Her roots woven deep into the heart of the land

She breathes wisdom 

She leans into storms

She offers shade without demand

Her bark

Textured with time

Holds the stories of many seasons

A sacred skin that holds all that she has endured

Her branches reach wide

And bless all those who gather beneath her 

She has stood in silent reverence

As lovers have whispered vows 

As endings were cradled in sacred stillness 

She has held space 

For grief

For joy

For hearts softening together in presence 

People sit beneath her

And do not know why they feel more whole

It is because she remembers

The wise old fig 

The sage of the garden 

Keeper of ancient truths

Guardian of thresholds

A teacher without words 

Teaching wisdom not by speaking

But by Being 

By Tanya Cameron