23 Dec 2013
If it ever stops raining I will go into the garden and get some ivy to decorate the table for a little family party tomorrow. I love the way the subtle colours of the leaves stay fresh and bright right through the winter. No wonder that for my British ancestors it was one of the most powerfully magical plants, used to guard against negative influences in and around the home. I used its Celtic name - Gort - for a character in one of my children's books The Moontree, which is set around the time of the winter solstice. I hope to re-edit this book in the new year and get it up on Kindle.
In the Celtic Tree alphabet, Gort, with its trailing and twisting stems, is connected with the never-ending spiral of the inward and outward spiritual journey. Around the time of the Winter Solstice our hearts and minds turn inward, to hearth, home, family and roots. One of the ways that we access the inner world of our own psyche is through our dreams, but my own dreams are lying fallow at the moment. I am rocked through the dark nights by the powerful roar of the wind in the trees, as if I am sailing in a small night journeying boat, like Iggle Piggle. It's certainly snug under my yak wool blanket! Season's greetings everyone and see you in the New Year.
What would it mean if you dreamed of ivy? What does ivy mean to you?
Write about a memory of ivy - maybe on an old building, or growing up a favourite tree.