Toborochi tree, Bolivia. In Bolivia, legends say a beautiful goddess hid inside the tree to give birth so the forces of evil wouldn't find her and kill her and her baby. She comes out only in the form of the tree's beautiful pink flowers which attract her mate, the hummingbird god.
Trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity ~ Hermann Hesse ❤️❤️❤️