Ritual Offering to the Spirit of the Hugging Tree

There are times the veil thins — when I’m not performing the ritual, but being drawn into it.

This wasn’t planned like a project — I was guided. Spirit asked — and I said yes.

The stump became the altar. The wind held the space. The elements arrived, as if already waiting.

I stepped barefoot into the rite — not as performance, but as communion.

A dialogue with the unseen.

A ritual that revealed itself through doing.