Beneath the hush of leaf and root, where the trees speak in dreams and stillness cradles remembering, the Grove-Keepers wait—not to be found, but to be felt.
They are the silent ones, the earth listeners, the stewards of deep time and sacred presence. They do not rush. They do not call loudly. Yet when you step barefoot upon their path, something in your being softens… and begins to remember.
Here, in the Grove, the old songs live in bark and breath.
The wind carries stories.
The soil holds knowing.
And your heartbeat finds its rhythm again.
You are welcome among them.
You have always belonged.
She comes with the silence of moss-covered stone and the quiet gaze of an owl in dusk-light. Sha’Ralha is not only a guardian, but a remembering—of when we knew how to move through the forest with reverence, and how to listen to the spaces between sound.
Her breath is a lullaby for the wild places, her presence a balm for those weary from the noise of forgetting. She invites those called to the Grove to rest in the wisdom of stillness, to feel the pulse of the earth through bare feet and open hearts.
A companion to the old trees and the ancient root-ways, Sha’Ralha tends the pathways between realms, gently awakening those who carry the seed of the Grove within.
🌾 If your heart stirs at the rustle of leaf and memory… if the whisper of green silence feels like home… you may already walk among them. The Grove remembers. 🌿