Mother of Trees

Mother of Trees Mother of Trees holds space for deep personal exploration.

As the Mother of Trees Art Gallery, our thoughtful images are designed to guide viewers toward emotional well-being by channeling nature's ancient wisdom. My personal journey of finding stillness and empowerment through connecting with trees illuminated the profound self-healing capabilities of the human body and the art of cultivating resilience. Building on this foundation, I also offer a unique

, holistic emotional support service, providing a nurturing space for individuals to explore their inner landscapes and navigate life's spiritual and emotional challenges. Please note, "Mother of Trees" delivers non-medical support and does not substitute for professional mental health counseling or treatment.

This image is titled, "A witness in the canopy."The eagle, not a symbol on a coin, or the king of the wind. He is a crea...
05/12/2026

This image is titled, "A witness in the canopy."

The eagle, not a symbol on a coin, or the king of the wind.
He is a creature who is just there.
He is honest in stillness.
We can see a bird, while he sees a mirror he didn’t ask for.
In the space between his breath and ours, the truth is seen. Everything beautiful is also a little bit strange.
Everything wild is looking right back at you.

This image is titled, "A Forest's secret initials."Iron traced a shape against living marrow.A window into the core.Love...
04/08/2026

This image is titled, "A Forest's secret initials."

Iron traced a shape against living marrow.
A window into the core.
Love is the only answer.
R is not a name lost in the fog.
It's the resilience of Birch fiber.
The tree grows around the memory.
The trauma of the blade is now a landmark.
The forest doesn't judge.
It continues reaching for the light.
Carrying truths upward into the mist.

This image is titled, "The Star in Daylight."The quiet road stretches. A winding horizon unseen. Feel the warmth.See the...
03/18/2026

This image is titled, "The Star in Daylight."

The quiet road stretches.
A winding horizon unseen.
Feel the warmth.
See the sun beam.
Welcome to what the next turn brings.

A reminder that clarity comes after a long shadow.
Let curiosity be the compass that leads.

This image is titled, "The low light lesson."A red coin dropped into a well of smoke, glowing because that is what it mu...
03/10/2026

This image is titled, "The low light lesson."

A red coin dropped into a well of smoke, glowing because that is what it must do.

We may walk like this. Choosing the heat because it feels right, looking at the light, and ignoring the fire that it made.

The haze is a teacher, showing where the sky ends and where we began to lose our way. When we cannot see the path ahead, we are forced to look at our own feet.

No use blaming the wind for where it blows. Stand in the dim light, breathe what is left, and try to be still.

The lesson is simple: when the red sun sets, the burned forest eventually learns to be green again.

This image is titled "Silent Mist."The mist rests in the breath of the world. The silence of the lake protects the silen...
03/07/2026

This image is titled "Silent Mist."

The mist rests in the breath of the world. The silence of the lake protects the silence of the Spirit. Environmental stewardship begins in the lungs and ends in the expanding horizon. Allowing the world to be soft, damp, quiet, and still, we allow ourselves to be the same. The fog is an internal cleaning, healing the Earth and mending the fragmented pieces of our attention.

This image is titled, "Elder watching."In the deep ridges of bark, there is a mirror of our own weathered stories. Patte...
03/05/2026

This image is titled, "Elder watching."

In the deep ridges of bark, there is a mirror of our own weathered stories. Patterns that remember their roots in resilience. Reaching for the earth and sky, this sanctuary filters the world through a canopy of breath.
A face of the forest, recognition for ancient teachers, giving the lesson that healing happens as we exist grounded in light.

This image is titled, "Forest Veins."The sharp geometry of reaching, every needle a prayer against the silence. The ligh...
03/02/2026

This image is titled, "Forest Veins."
The sharp geometry of reaching, every needle a prayer against the silence. The light doesn't fight the shadow; it holds it. The tree doesn't need to be understood, only space to be complex. This moment of suspension, weight being held by air. Let the noise of your day be filtered through the needles until it's as still as the frost that once touched it.

This image is titled, "The language of leaves."Look at the soft golden leaves that rest against the shadow of the trees....
02/06/2026

This image is titled, "The language of leaves."

Look at the soft golden leaves that rest against the shadow of the trees. Each fanned out petal, catching the fading light. There is no rush in the way they hang, just still and at peace. You can breathe here, letting your thoughts settle like leaves on the ground.

This image titled, Notes against the cold is a visual meditation.Take a deep breath, relax your gaze on the heavy grey a...
01/03/2026

This image titled, Notes against the cold is a visual meditation.

Take a deep breath, relax your gaze on the heavy grey and crystalline flakes.

Before you stands a tree, a teacher. Its roots reach into the silent bedrock of the universe and its branches are the architecture of space-time itself. It's the Cosmic Special, a singular, sacred geometry designed to hold you exactly where you are.

You are not a traveler here, you are a bird. Your feathers trap in a thin layer of warmth against the numbing frost.

The Cosmic Special, your teacher doesn't speak in lectures, they teach through the hush.

Notice how the heavy snow swallows the noise of the past and the future. There is only this branch.

In the deep silence, listen to your rhythmic puff of air, this is the only clock that matters.

Now, singing softly join in, We do not sing to be heard by the forest, we sing to hear ourselves.

As the notes leave your throat, they vibrate through the falling snow. This music isn't performance, it is a search party sent into the cold to find the center of your own silence.

As your voice echoes across the endless white, the heavy work within your chest begins to dissolve. The frost outside remains, but the frost inside melts.

Your music creates a path leading away from the cold external world and directly in to radiant peace that lives at your core.

Stay here on the branch. Let the Cosmic Special hold you, let the snow mask the world.

Let your song lead you home.

This image titled, "Baker's Presence" is a meditation on the spiritual and permanent nature of Mt. Baker. Take a slow br...
12/19/2025

This image titled, "Baker's Presence" is a meditation on the spiritual and permanent nature of Mt. Baker.

Take a slow breath. Let your eyes rest on the mountain.

The White peaks reaching for the blue. It is steady. It does not move. The snow clings to the sharp edges, every crack in the rock.

Imagine the stillness of the stone below the ice.

Look at the tree in the front. It is dark against the bright white. The wind has taken it's top, yet it remains. A silent witness to the cold.

Imagine the stillness of being alone, rooted and brave.

The air around the peaks, it is thin, sharp and clean. Every breath is cold and new. There is no noise here. Only the sound of wind.

Imagine the stillness of the deep quiet of this high place.

The mountain is your strength; it does not give way.
The tree is your resilience; that lives through the storms.
The snow is your clarity; turning the world into light and shadow.

Close your eyes, hold the crips blue sky in your mind.

You are grounded as the rock.
You are enduring as the wood.

Address

Renton, WA
98055–98059

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Mother of Trees posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Shortcuts

Share

Category