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The German word for Juniper is Wacholder or Awake Tree. Interesting since the thing about this tree is that it fell over years ago and it still keeps growing. It’s almost as if it is raising itself up, waking up.


According to Lives of the Trees, the juniper tree seems to be universally respected for magical powers. I believe it and ever since moving here, I have been drawn to making this particular area around this tree my personal space … I’ll even go so far as to call it my sacred space. I’m sure that I’m not the first to feel this way, the tree has fallen over a path that runs along the beach and near it there are some rock-cairn burial sites of the Lummi tribes.

I have placed my elk antlers on the trunk, they seem to mimic the branches. And I asked for, and got help to bring my 400 pound stone basin out of our storage unit and onto the barge to be rolled over to this place. I can tell you that was no easy feat. I love walking by this tree on the way to the shack and I find myself approaching it slowly, trying not to startle the birds in the branches. I’m consciously trying to keep it simple here, to not over decorate by adding too many of my favorite found items. The tree is enough. Respect the tree. Less is more.

But I did feel the need to plant a handful of lily of the valley bulbs near the juniper tree earlier this month. It is my favorite flower, my month of May flower and the one attached to all kinds of good memories for me. So far the deer haven’t discovered the tender shoots. Or maybe they are just being respectful, like in Germany where it was once customary to take off your hat when passing a juniper tree.