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November 24, 2019

Hemlock Tree Medicine

She called me this morning.
Nestling in to the round soft place between her roots
She propped me up.
Held safe.

I closed my eyes and opened my heart.
It’s there she came to me.
An opening I could see in my mind I stepped into the inner sanctum of Hemlock.

I spiraled up.
Looking over the tree line with her.
She’s the tallest in the forest and has the best view. But she never stands in judgment. Just vigilant.

I spiraled down.
Deep in the dark Earth our roots mingled together in the coolness of our Mother.
I could almost feel the squishing of the mud between my toes like I did when I was a small child.

I heard her voice and she said;
I’m growing tired it’s almost time for me to sleep now. Will you come back?
I answered her, “I will come back.”

In my mind we stood together.
Alchemy of Hemlock and Human.
A swirling spiral of healing energy from one to the other. Neither of us taking too much and each giving freely.

I felt the heaviness leave my body. Light-headed and dizzy. My face moist as the tears stream down releasing whatever humanity poisoning I had unknowingly injected into myself. Hemlock medicine.

Healing me. I placed my hands on her roots, which rise above the ground traveling to the stream just a few feet away.

She loves it there. She’s aware of the healing of the water. I feel her sigh as I tap into her and send healing back. Willing her to stay strong. To grow taller. Stay vigilant. We need you, Hemlock. My hand tingles because my grip around her roots are so strong.

Hemlock receives my energy. Welcoming. Grateful. We honor each other’s medicine. Then I release my hold and settle with my back against her.
We are grateful for each other.
She asks again me again, “You will come back soon?” I assured her again. Even when you are sleeping. When the snow rests on your branches and when the deer fold their legs and rest on the fallen needles. I will still come. I wipe the tears from my face and hug her. Thanking her for her medicine. And her branches slowly wave goodbye in the breeze of the afternoon as I step back into humanity.

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