Or in this case – The Oak Woman
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.-John Keats
Well that’s pretty intense, Mr. Keats. But on this full moon I do have a touch of sadness. The closing of summer sadness. And the oak brings such comfort… Just creeping around in them, meditating with my back resting on the tree. Walking in a mature oak forest.
The oak woman/man welcomes authenticity and power. Something I have been much seeking lately. But with ease…
This week I have been busy in the perfumery creating a green inspired perfume. A classic all-natural Fougere, with a warm, earthy base. An herbaceous blend on a bed of oak moss and benzoin. The top note, bright and crisp. It’s aging now. I hope to be able to share it soon.
Meanwhile, enjoy this pic of Missy enjoying the Oak woods (surprisingly she ignored the horse doodoo).
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