In the very north of the South Island of New Zealand, on the top of a rocky hill riddled with caves, there lies an ancient beech forest called the Canaan Downs...
The forest is vast, hillocked with stoney outcrops and mired with small mirror pools. I met a thin legged South Island Robin there, and she hopped forward, very close now, till she was just a breath away. Other forms of magic occurred there too: small mushrooms growing in the cleft of a stump, along with the mosses, lichens and ferns adorning every tree bole.
In the centre of the forest, there is a hole so deep one cannot see the bottom.
The beech is the yin to the yang of the great oak - having long been depicted as a tree with a feminine spirit and ancient wisdom. That energy of wisdom may, in part, originate from the tree's long entangled history with writing. The ancient beech forests of the British Isles bear witness to their contemporaries thoughts, in the forms of Dendroglyphs: pictographs and letters carved upon their trunks. It was not uncommon, in the later middle ages, for a lover to carve their sets of initials on a beech tree, as Helen of Troy had supposedly done centuries earlier.
Moreover, the beech tree, called 'bok trees' by the Anglo-Saxons, were often cut into thin sheets to be bound and written upon, thus forming a sturdy sort of book.