I want to tell you a story. A story about asking and receiving. About a mother’s love and about a tree. And a story of awakening to the next level on the journey.
It is about how a tree calls out to you via the ambrosia like perfume of its flowers. About howyou hear that call and bow down before the majestic being and realize it is offering itself as medicine for your heart. Exactly what you needed, exactly at that moment. This is my story with the Black Locust tree.
This experience happened on the eve of my mother’s departure after a 10 day trip to visit us in our new life in Italy. I was nourished and filled by her presence and had already begun slightly detaching, preparing, gathering my reserves to ‘go it alone’ when she left. It is a very challenging chapter of life now and her presence was exactly what I needed.
On that morning, I had a passing thought--a longing for a teacher to share with me all the secrets of the plants in my new home in the Umbrian countryside. Never before have I been this immersed in wild Nature as part of my everyday life. My thoughts shifted, the day continued. I forgot about it.
A few hours later, as I was waiting with my mother and daughter to pick up my son, we ventured into the woods behind the school. And that is where this tree made herself known to me--by the wafts of perfume blowing in the breeze. We all began to immerse our faces in her soft and heavenly scented flowers that were everywhere. I didn’t know the tree, had never seen it before. That afternoon I was able to identify what tree it was and began reading all about her. Robinia Pseudoacacia - Black Locust. Acacia honey is made by bees who drink from the flowers of this tree.
I felt something special happening, unlike ever before. Suddenly, I remembered my wish that morning about wanting a teacher. I had been imagining a person, but I realized that the tree herself was reaching out to me.
On the way to Rome the next morning, I cannot even explain how many Black Locust trees we saw--all in full white bloom, all the way to the airport! I felt the spirit of this tree literally embracing my children and I as I was sending my mother off. The love of the Divine Mother pouring through her beauty, her generosity, her grace, her perfume. All the weekend my kids and I gathered her flowers to dry, eating them as we went!
A few days later I made my first flower essence. I cried when I read that one of the properties of the essence is psychic protection. Honestly it has been a really hard last 4 years. And while I know everything that has been happening is exactly what I need to grow and transform and purify myself, it has been just plain difficult. I am on my knees giving thanks to this expression of pure Grace, this support and protection, coming through a tree, and symbolizing for me the love of the Mother.
Soul to soul communication. I feel heard and seen by a tree. This is the next level for me. A new portal of awareness has opened up. So many tears as the sacred remembering is happening. Thank you. Jai Maa.