“I am Nobody, Who are you?” as Emily Dickenson said.
I really am a small particle of this earth, but I know I am not insignificant in my size. I touch and embrace lives around me always aware of how quickly we can all disappear.
If I could of had a first name of choice it would have been Elle. It is simple like my given name Jean, but has a spirit of humbleness and patience without being boring and stagnant. I am amused by the power of trees, magic, nature, meditation, and continued enlightenment.
When you read a brief quote of the description of the Hawthorne tree you will hopefully have a glimpes of my values, imagination, and superstitions.
The spiritual meaning of this tree is purity. “The tree essence cleanses the heart of negativity and stimulates love and forgiveness. The Hawthorn is the tree most representative of the struggles the Christian Church had in suppressing pagan beliefs and celebrations. Hawthorn is respected as a tree of enchantment under the protection of the faery realms. It guards wells and springs. Its beautiful flowers are said to help prayers reach heaven. If you sit under a Hawthorn on May 1st you are liable to be whisked away for good to the faery underworld. The blooms of the hawthorn are used in spells for fertility, happiness, and good luck in fishing.To take a blossoming hawthorn branch inside one’s house will cause their mother to die. Wands made of this wood are of great power. The blossoms are highly erotic. Hawthorn can be used for protection, love and marriage spells.”
Thank you for visiting my blog. May we come across each others path again.
Hello and Farewell,
Jean a.k.a. Elle Hawthorn