Finding guidance for the moment in ancient mythology by way of a walk in the woods. “The landscape looks more like November than January, but in the small ruts of frozen mud are filaments of ice, thin membranes that crackle under her paws and my boots, calling us to attention.”

We know that trees send messages underground to each other, that they pump nutrients to young sprouts, that they are in constant communication. But they also engage in a funny kind of dance called, of all things, crown shyness. Crown, or in Latin, as fate would have it, corona.

When a child's simple question leads beneath jargon to a different way of understanding how we heal. (And really, "Biodynamic Craniosacral Therapy" is such a mouthful! Here's a clearer way in).