Every time I really see my ash tree friend, and acknowledge Silvine, the spirit of the tree, I feel awed. She has helped me understand that all growing things feel love for all other life on the planet. They live to help us through our myriad problems, if we ask, no matter what we have done. They love us unconditionally because Mother Earth does.
Whatever gave me the nerve to ask Silvine for help when sinking into depression? And again when bronchitis set in a few days before my 60th birthday and I asked for healing so that I could begin my new year on a good note? A couple of nights ago I felt confused and just hugged and thanked her—I didn’t ask for help because I thought, “What if I am asking too much?” I woke up with a knowing, however, and then was stunned by this generosity of nature, of the love of the tree spirit who heals me with compassion and understanding.
When I wrap my arms around her, she holds me, too; even if I can’t see arms, I can feel them. I am not sure what to feel or say. How could so many of us have missed this? And why didn’t our elders sing from the mountaintops of these potential relationships? I feel angels with me all the time, but I am beginning to understand that the critters of the Earth, the green, growing things, even stones, have love and gifts for us. They are her children, also, angels of the Earth, secret love-agents of Mother Nature herself. My wish for all of us nature-newbies is to make a connection with a tree or plant or even a stone—whatever calls to you—and acknowledge the spirit of your choice of friends, give due respect, ask to know your kinship and then for help with your troubles. You may be as astonished as I am.