I want to share something meaningful to me—I have to share it and when I tell my children things like this, it reminds them they come from ‘loony’ roots. I have learned that if I tell my stories to other people who don’t know me well (or even family members who do) they think I am loopy. I guess I am, kind of.
There is a great old ash tree that sits to the right of my living room window so I can look out and see her whenever I want. Over time, I noticed how beautiful the tree was—the gracefulness and balance of her far-reaching branches, the strength of her trunk and last Autumn, her 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 I wondered as we walked by the ash tree what her name was. I heard in my mind, “Sistine.”
“Like the chapel?” I asked, but that 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 she is. Her branches reach out in clusters to cover a huge area—ash trees are magnificent!
After I learned her name, at night I began to stop and lean against the tree and then to hug the tree. There is a furrow in her trunk that is hard to see at first, but it fits the human head and body perfectly. I snuggle in some nights and thank her for all she 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 her 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 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 worked it out in my mind that Silvine is my ash tree-friend’s name and Sistine is her job.
We had big wind here yesterday and when we went by Silvine, 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 favorite tree!” I stepped toward her and right then, Roxie woke me up by sticking her face on top of mine. Yup, she had to go pee, dang it. But now I know what Silvine’s soul looks like and she is no wimp. If anyone can help me with courage, it is Silvine.