While my inner sceptic and my inner cynic were out debating the real translation of ‘Cogito ergo sum’, my inner mystic chose to explore the link between my personality and my native tree as explained in this little book.
My tree is, apparently, the willow: ‘a many-sided citizen of the world.’ Alas, the weeping willow is an unwelcome, introduced species in my part of the world. What an unfortunate selection: perhaps I don’t belong here either. Still, I will take solace from Lao Tse who, having spent some time sleeping under a willow tree, opined ‘Who knows whether we dream during our life or live in a dream?’ While I am considering this, I will be mindful that my motto is ‘While we are living one life, we are already dreaming of the next.’ Uncomfortably true, in my case.
I’ll dedicate this review to those whose tree is the chestnut (especially those born between 12 and 21 November): ‘Everything we think we know is just supposition.’
Now if I could just be sure whether the Celtic Tree Calendar has been adjusted for the move from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar I’d be more comfortable about which tree has adopted me.
Whether one embraces or rejects the contents of this delightful little book, it is an interesting addition to the myth, magic and mystery collection.