Even though all the trees in the wild birch forest look similar, the white raven always returns to the same one every winter.
Legend has it that it was the tree she was born in.
She took her first flight from that very branch she's perched on.The other ravens of the wild birch forest honor and respect her for her true heart and sense of place.For those of you who believe you can never go home again, you've obviously never had the good fortune of meeting the white raven and feeling her magic.
This is a busy time of year for many of us, so please excuse this repost.
We're hunkering down for a forcasted blizzard, and I for one am excited about it!
Bring on the snow!
Be safe everyone♥