Closing my eyes, I settle into the safety of my own energy field, heart breathing and connecting with the energy of the Sacred Oak Tree. When I look with my magical eye at the Oak in spring, I am filled with this rising sense of anticipation; movement up and out. Rhythmically, like waves pulsing up from the roots and into the trunk, the next wave reaching higher than the last. The tide coming in. The buds at the tips of the branches beginning to swell. Not rushing, but moving forward even so.