Thanks Gabriela for bringing Dodona to us. It reminded me of a plant Dodonea viscosa, considered a native of Australia and also native to Brasil. It appears in India, Dubai and recently seen in Egypt. Earth calls to herself ways of communication; lightning from the Gods above and Oaks with mistletoe are quite talkative as are the Lime (Tilia) trees here in Italy. They like Baobabs in Africa have been used traditionally as talking trees where people come to listen and to teach. Some say the first schools were around such trees.
Thank you for this beautiful and wide-reaching reflection. I love that you brought in Dodonaea viscosa — what a fascinating coincidence in naming, and how evocative to think of this plant travelling across continents. Yes, I do believe Earth has always communicated through a whole plethora of voices... No wonder trees have been centres of listening and learning across the world!
My very favourite classical oracle is the one of Fortuna Praeneste at what is now Palestrina, where a man,s dream caused the oracle to be established. The guardian of the oracle was a child, who would bring out a box full of wooden tokens, the querent withdrew one token and had to interpret it for herself!
Oh what a wonderful addition. Thank you for sharing this. Such a compelling example of how dreams, play, and intuition were woven into sacred practice. I love that a child served as the guardian... It says so much about the value placed on innocence, openness and imagination. And how powerful that the querent had to interpret the token themselves — as though the oracle's role was simply to open the door, but the inner knowing had to walk through it. A true guide to sovereignty! Thank you for sharing this beautiful tradition.
Thank you for this Gabriela. I have always been drawn to oak trees especially the large burr oaks that grow close to my home with the oversized and shaggy acorns, and the live oaks that twist and crawl across the ground in New Orleans, some of which they have dated back 900 years. They are magic and beauty that speak straight to my soul. Feeling called to sit with the ones in my horses pasture today to see what they have to say
Thanks Gabriela for bringing Dodona to us. It reminded me of a plant Dodonea viscosa, considered a native of Australia and also native to Brasil. It appears in India, Dubai and recently seen in Egypt. Earth calls to herself ways of communication; lightning from the Gods above and Oaks with mistletoe are quite talkative as are the Lime (Tilia) trees here in Italy. They like Baobabs in Africa have been used traditionally as talking trees where people come to listen and to teach. Some say the first schools were around such trees.
Thank you for this beautiful and wide-reaching reflection. I love that you brought in Dodonaea viscosa — what a fascinating coincidence in naming, and how evocative to think of this plant travelling across continents. Yes, I do believe Earth has always communicated through a whole plethora of voices... No wonder trees have been centres of listening and learning across the world!
My very favourite classical oracle is the one of Fortuna Praeneste at what is now Palestrina, where a man,s dream caused the oracle to be established. The guardian of the oracle was a child, who would bring out a box full of wooden tokens, the querent withdrew one token and had to interpret it for herself!
Oh what a wonderful addition. Thank you for sharing this. Such a compelling example of how dreams, play, and intuition were woven into sacred practice. I love that a child served as the guardian... It says so much about the value placed on innocence, openness and imagination. And how powerful that the querent had to interpret the token themselves — as though the oracle's role was simply to open the door, but the inner knowing had to walk through it. A true guide to sovereignty! Thank you for sharing this beautiful tradition.
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Thank you for this Gabriela. I have always been drawn to oak trees especially the large burr oaks that grow close to my home with the oversized and shaggy acorns, and the live oaks that twist and crawl across the ground in New Orleans, some of which they have dated back 900 years. They are magic and beauty that speak straight to my soul. Feeling called to sit with the ones in my horses pasture today to see what they have to say