There is a great old ash tree that sits to the right of my living room window so I can look out and see it whenever I want. Over time, I noticed how beautiful the tree was—the gracefulness and balance of its far-reaching branches, the strength of its trunk and last Autumn, its leaves were so golden it almost hurt my eyes to look at them. I intend to take some pictures this year.
Over the last months when I take Roxie, my terrier mix, out for her final pee of the night, I have been drawn to the tree, like we were old friends. (I’d been praying to the Heavens, ‘Please, may I make a real friend?’) I had heard that every plant and every tree, even every rock, have names personal to them, so one night as we walked by the ash tree I wondered what its name was. I heard in my mind, “Sistine.”
“Like the chapel?” I asked, but Sistine was all I heard. So I looked up Sistine on the internet and the root word means six. I kept looking and came across a frightening, unholy Pope in the 1400s (I think) whose name was the root of Sistine. I did not want to end my search on that note, so I kept at it and learned at last that the root of the word means chapel or a peaceful resting place. That, I thought, is exactly what this tree is. Its branches reach out in clusters to cover a huge area—ash trees are magnificent!
After I learned the tree’s name, at night I began to stop and lean against the tree and then to hug the tree. There is a furrow in its trunk that is hard to see at first, but it fits the human head and body perfectly. I snuggle in some nights and thank it for all it does for us and for our Earth Mother. I was embarrassed at first that someone might see me but then I heard/felt, “It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.” I have been hugging the tree with some measure of abandon now.
I researched ash trees and learned their ruling planet is the sun. When I asked my higher-self years ago what the name of my soul was, I learned that it means sun, so this seemed a connection. The ash tree represents both male and female energies and the energy of the Aquarian Age, to which, my astrological natal chart says, I am to awaken.
It is said that sleeping with ash leaves under our pillows will help us have intuitive dreams. I thought about putting one under my pillow and just as I was falling asleep that night I heard the word, Silvine.” “Silvine?” I wondered. I wrote it down and later realized it was the name of a younger ash tree planted around the corner from Sistine.]
We had big wind here yesterday and when we went by Sistine, I saw that a twig with five leaves had broken off. “Thanks!” I said and when I got home I put it in a sandwich bag and placed it under my pillow. This is the neat part: In a dream this morning I was in a home with several people (nine or ten, maybe?) and I heard someone introduce a small, wiry, elvish-looking girl as Silvine.
“Silvine!” I said. “That’s the name of my tree friend!” I stepped toward the elvish-looking girl and right then, Roxie woke me up by sticking her nose in my face. Yup, she had to go pee. I didn’t get to speak with the spirit of a tree-friend, but maybe I wasn’t ready. I hope to be ready some day.