Tree spirit transfer

(a re-post from Instagram)

First, a little note on silence. Spiritwork, for me, feels so intimate I often don’t even think about sharing it – but then again we’re all here to share with each other in order to learn so why not.

Last year an important plant spirit ally, Spruce, the guardian of our French home (and ‘husband’ of our Cherry Mama) was – not quite felled by a winter storm but – leaning on the trees behind it.
We tried to push it back up and to fasten it with steel cables, with the help of neighbors, tractor and clever thinking.
We watched its progress with a worried heart for a year, adjusting things when and where needed.

But now he was looking very weary and the ‘fix’ was blown askew by yet another storm.
“Dear Spruce, how are you feeling?”
His answer was exhaustion – he was so very tired of trying to hold on.
My heart squeezed with sadness, knowing the battle is over, gravity had won…But I brought a crystal, and if he liked it, he could go into it and I’d find a new home for him, one that stands strongly rooted in the ground.
I sensed a surprise in his reaction and a slight “I’m sorry”.

The crystal sat snugly in the curve of trunk and branch for 1,5 days. Then I wrapped it in silk and took it with me.

In the Auvergne, France, I knew of a big spruce forest and we went to take a look, but deeper in the forest we discovered it was being cut for timber. Time was up and I took the spirit-crystal with me. Back in the Netherlands I was looking with my inner eye for a suitable new home for the spirit and quite easily arrived at a candidate, but also deciding on a spare location.

I went to take a look. To my surprise, I found this fully grown tree ’empty’, and returned the following morning together with the Spruce spirit in his crystal. Softly pressing the crystal against the trunk of this new tree-home I opened my spirit for observing (trying to explain here that there’s not much use in expecting things to go a certain way) and suggested he’d take a look.

Slowly, with curiosity and astonishment the spirit of the Spruce was stretching along the trunk of his new habitat. I heard him laughing about the thinner branches but he was happy – no, more than that – to feel the tall space, the firm rooting and the new qualities of his surroundings. I showed him telepathically where we are now in relation to where he was before. I explained that this is a park in a village and he’d hear the sounds of village life around him. He is in the far corner of the park, sweetly enjoying this new chance, curious about his tree-neighbors (who ARE at home) and hopefully telling fairytales to curious children who come to lean against his trunk – which is how my own relationship with trees begun.

Thank you for reading, I’m looking forward to possible comments!

 

 

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