The Heart of Yew

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This is a grandfather tree and old chestnut tree in Roslin Glen very close to Roslin Chapel.

When I look back through time I often consider what it is that we really know about the past. I’m talking about human history here and not my own. Once again the stars have lined up to deliver something oddly undeniable, In fact to the point where I am beginning to believe that I may well be living somewhat of a new normal. It’s not so much instant manifestation as it is flow state where all the information comes piece by piece an all at once. It’s more of a challenge keeping track of the story than it is being in the right place. That’s a great place to be in my book.

So I cam back to Scotland on Friday the 13th. I did find this date a little bit worrisome. Right up until I met my mate David at the airport. Who told me he had a mate who was looking for a flatmate that lived right next to the Planetary Healing Center that also happened to be about 3 minutes walk from the beach. Where we bumped into a group of women wild swimmers on the beach having a bonne fire. It was clear I was here on a mission.

Fast forward one week; it’s the winter solstice and we are down in Roslin Glen singing and sharing to some very old trees, as I try to drown out the call of The Mother City and tune in to the heart of Scotland. It was hard as I felt the Table Mountain’s imprint deafening me. People had warned me about this. Next minute I’m outside the farmhouse in which a South African’s connection’s mother was born, just outside Roslin,  once again all quite serendipitously. It’s more than coincidence.

A few day s later and I find myself in Ormiston trying to remember why I now this place. Why does this name mean something? I’m thinking about David Livingstone again. I’m thinking about James Young. There is an old cross, not a Celtic one just nad old one about 500 hundred years or so. I found a plack about an Ancient Yew Tree, I can’t see it. These trees are usually hard to miss, especially in winter with there deep evergreen branches. The promise everlasting life, renewal and remembrance. Thay can be found in churchyards across Europe and signify the pagan origins of Christian places of worship. It turns out the tree was a short way outside the village and my friend David knew exactly where to find it. Given that we had been singing to some ancient trees only a few days ago and that it was the run-up to Christmas it seemed more than appropriate to give a visit. As David said you enter in through the yoni. This yew was a layering yew and which means the branches had bent to the ground and regrown creating,  what looks like a hedge round the main tree. It was quite remarkable.

That night I did a meditation and envisioned a Yew tree growing through my heart chakra as a sign of ever undying and eternal love.

On Christmas Eve I got the bus into Edinburgh and it was only then when I saw it as we rode through the main street. A small monument to  Robert Moffat the founder of the Moffat Kuruman Station, who had been born in the village over 200 years earlier.

What struck me most was that he (Robert Moffat) must of known far beyond the Christian paradigm the greatness of creation. You can’t live in proximity to a tree-like that an not wonder at the history and magic of your own people. Just like in Kuruman where the Eye is. These natural wonders speak of worlds beyond colonialist paradigms.

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