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 The Ogham are a Celtic divination tool I have been using since approximately 2018. They are similar to Runes because both use single letters from an ancient alphabet to capture messages from the divine. I have a website about the Ogham here explaining my approach. Though I am currently on a hiatus until the New Year’s holiday is over, I read Ogham for free every week every Saturday at my Dreamwidth blog.

Each Ogham letter corresponds to a particular tree. Because the Ogham are a Celtic system, the trees of Northern Europe are commonly assigned to the 25 letters of the Ogham alphabet. After I began working with the Ogham, it quickly became apparent to me that I had to choose a set of trees and plants from my own particular area and ecosystem which happens to be the Great Lakes Midwest. I did not change all of the trees: for instance, Birch and Oak are as common in the Old Country as they are over here in the US, so Birch and Oak are exactly the same. I would recommend that anyone who learns Ogham go about the slow, meditative process of choosing your own trees and plants to assign to the Ogham letters.

Anyone who follows my readings knows the Ogham have plenty of personality, in fact, they seem to have a personality of their own that is completely separate from me. The Ogham decided they wanted to provide some life hacks for 2025 to the few willing to take their advice. Here is a small portion of their counseling, which if nothing else, should be your motivation to get outside this year in order to personally get to know some trees.

 
Birch, airy part of air

BEITH. Birch, Intention. Meditation: A pale birch stand on a riverbank. In the background is a sky stained pink with the sunrise.

This is your year to take some things off your plate so you can focus on the best and brightest aspects of your life. You cannot have it all and no sane person wants it all. For instance, if you have a casual friend or acquaintance and the relationship is not healthy, let it fall away, undramatically if possible. Hobbies that were always more aspirational than realistic need to go. Let things go so your present and future can truly shine.

 
Maple, fiery part of air

LUIS. Maple, Protection Meditation: The shelter of a 200 year old maple tree arching over a field on a sunlit afternoon.

Taking an angel’s eye view of your own life: How can you acknowledge the negatives and sequester them? Once you’ve done that, how can you encourage yourself to build upon the best parts of your nature and your own good deeds?

 
Gingko, watery part of air

NUIN. Gingko biloba, Communication. Meditation: a knowledgeable person gathering soft leaves for medicine while everyone else walks by, utterly clueless

Gingko is a strange tree: it is the only one of its kind, a strange survivor of the Permian extinction (the event killed off the dinosaurs) that has been pretty much the same since then. I consider it to be the autism tree, because to me it symbolizes the upsides of autism: attention to detail, unwavering obsession with a task until it is done right. It is also the tree of memes. Memes are created in that borderland between mental plane mastery and emotional sway. What memes will you make this year? Have you seen any of your memes spread mass influence, whether you wanted them to do this or not?

 
Mulberry, earthy part of air

 

FEARN. Mulberry, Bridge. Meditation: A sheltered grove where cardinals, sparrows, chickadees, and goldfinches feast on red and black berries.

A so-called garbage tree, yet it should be revered as holy for its medicine and food value. It is all too easy to view the precious and the good in the negative and nihilistic worldview that is the curse of our era. The way forward is to work with what you have and recognize it for its value instead of going the accursed route of dismissal and ignorance.

 

 
Willow, spirit of air

SAILLE. Willow, Sensitivity. Meditation: A willow gently swaying, the moon visible above as owls stalk their prey through tall grass.

Willows are trees of great flexibility. Flexibility is their power. It is all too easy to exist in a state of spiritual leprosy, where your emotions are constantly bombarded and battered, but you haven’t the training to discern what has happened. Take up the Sphere of Protection or another daily magical banishing ritual. Listen when you pray instead of just making wishes. Your mind should be open, but not so open your brain falls out.

 
Sycamore, airy part of fire

HUATH. American Sycamore, Obstacles. Meditation: A tree the size of a small skyscraper that grows in the middle of an old battlefield, the battle itself long-forgotten.

Just as it is considered a good way of hexing yourself to cut down a hawthorn tree, Native Americans said the same of cutting down sycamores. Don’t do it unless it is literally life or death. Pick your battles, always taking the approach of avoiding them if possible. Focus on your own strength, not tearing down the strength of others. If they do come to you with a fight, your amassed strength will make them sorry they backed you into a corner.

 
Oak, fiery part of fire

DUIR. Oak, Gifts. Meditation: The comforting power of the young oak tree. When you are gone, it will still stand tall and watch over the house where you once lived.

Isn’t it strange that the most generous people never truly lack for anything? Make this your year to observe how the parsimonious who hog niceties and privileges for themselves while worrying about every penny they spend are miserable in the same way drug addicts are miserable, obsessed with money and possessions as if they were alcohol or heroin. The ones who consistently give from the goodness of their hearts always have enough, even if they are as poor as church mice. It’s almost as if the divine were taking care of the latter and ignoring the former…

 
Eastern cedar, watery part of fire

TINNE. Eastern Cedar, Defense. Meditation: A strange little woman digging up an evergreen seedling from where it has sprouted up in the corner of an industrial building while apparently talking to herself.

The prickly, fragrant, evergreen branches of the American false cedar grace many roadsides, yards, and forest preserves. You can find it growing everywhere here because it is hearty, tough, and fast growing. Where in your life can you apply the saying “Perfect is the enemy of done” for a humble yet thriving future? Embrace the humble, both inside and outside of yourself.

 

 
Burr Oak, earthy part of fire

COLL. Burr Oak, Wisdom. Meditation: Deep in the forest, he is the king of trees, with a magnificent canopy of branches.

Every day, every moment, is an opportunity to choose who you are going to be via your actions and words. If what you are about to say does not help you or anyone else, if it is passive-aggressive, lazy, or just not all that well thought out, omit it like a ruthless editor. If you’d like to be thought of as smart, this is the surefire way.

 
Apple, spirit of fire

QUERT. Apple, Delight. Meditation: The sensory glory of a well-tended apple orchard in autumn.

The world would not end if its little pleasures disappeared. Desserts, neighbors who say hello with genuine care, bouquets of flowers for the deceased, and mints on the pillow of a hotel room are not make or break where survival is concerned. Yet life would suck much more if it was not for the small delights. There is a reason why Athens outlived Sparta: Athenians knew how to have fun. This year, how can you show gratitude for the little things that make life sweeter?

 

 
Tomato, airy part of water

MUIN. Tomato, Harvest. Meditation: The taste of a backyard tomato compared to its grocery store counterpart.

This is your year to ground it out and connect with the dirt that made you. You are nature and nature is you; you were never outside it. If you are alone, take the earbuds out and listen to your surroundings, even if those surroundings are what other people define as boring. Don’t park the car in the closest spot to the store. Don’t freak out if your kid runs around outside without his jacket. Gen X survived much worse.

 
Bindweed, fiery part of water

GORT. Bindweed, Perseverance. Meditation: a dense mat of weeds emerging from an asphalt crack.

To bring yourself luck this year, clean your toilet every day and thank it for its help. This humble chore has worked wonders for me. I am in a far better financial state than I was when I began cleaning my toilet, and I believe this has more to do with the attitude cleaning one’s own toilet cultivates than the practice itself.

 
Monarda, watery part of water

NGETAL. Monarda, Health. Meditation: Pollinators of all kinds drunk on the nectar of bee balm, busily gathering pollen from an endless sea of plants on the blooming prairie.

Take a multivitamin and 15mg-30mg of zinc with every meal. In this age of endemic etheric starvation, a good multi with extra zinc should be the bare minimum in what you do for yourself. Remember moderation in all things, and that means perfectionist teetotaling and avoiding “poison” altogether is just as bad as gorging and bingeing.

 
Honey Locust, earthy part of water

STRAIF. Honey Locust, Resilience. Meditation: The evolution of a huge seed pod and thorny trunks for megafauna that no longer exist.

True resilience comes from inside, not by amassing hoards of wealth or obsessing over what has yet to happen. Be willing to simplify and adapt. Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.

 
Black Walnut, spirit of water

RUIS. Black Walnut, Regret. Imbalanced regret can wreak havoc on your life either way: too much regret and you wallow in unproductive self-pity. Too little regret and you become an arrogant narcissist. Face your mea culpas with honesty and make a concrete decision not to do that anymore.

 
White Pine, airy part of earth

AILM. White Pine, Transcendence. Meditation: the isolation-room quiet of a snowy pine grove in the dead of winter.

American culture has a zeal for false transcendence. The worst lie is the one you convince yourself is the truth. Make it your year to be brutally honest with yourself, but don’t be foolish enough to make affirmations such as “I never…” or “I always…” You can admit you have a tendency, and this tendency should be brought into the light and dealt with.

 
Trillium, fiery part of earth

ONN. Trillium, Community. Like you, the people around you — co-workers, friends, people on the road, those waiting on you in stores — are simply doing the best they can in an era of astral sepsis and economic hardship. How can you do unto others, not be too fast to judge, cut them some slack, and give them the benefit of the doubt this year?

 
Goldenrod, watery part of earth

UR. Goldenrod, Intimacy. Meditation: Birds chasing each other over a sea of blooming goldenrod.

To maintain and preserve your closest relationships, maintain a commitment to a careful curation of yourself. Yes, you will wear an adaptation — a mask — for each person or group. It will be worn out of love, not hatred. You will limit, edit, and customize everything you say in order for the situation to be as win-win as possible. Yes, only you will know your true secrets, and this is the way it should have always been. Your secrets will always be known between you and your Holy Guardian Angel and that is enough. This is your year to understand those secrets have always been inappropriate for those who are not you.

 
Quaking Aspen, earthy part of earth

EADHA. Quaking Aspen, Limits. Meditation: The serene height of the quaking aspen, which seems to laugh in the breeze for joy.

Limits are power. Think about how nature contains itself and how direction of force is what makes that force potent. Master limits and you master more than just matter, you master the Universe. Find where your strengths are and prune away where you are not as strong or as good. Time is an illusion according to the ancient sources, but how we spend it here in Meatworld is the lesson.

 
Yew, spirit of earth

IOHO. Yew, Grace. Meditation: A solitary evergreen, molded into a cone shape at the edge of a formal garden.

It takes a great deal of personal development to accept what is not meant for you and sacrifice it with the gods in mind. For me, the offering as of late has been my anger. It’s not so easy to leave judgement up to God. This is your year to figure out how to let go of what is over. Give up the chase of what was never going to be.

 
Beech, airy part of spirit

PHAGOS. Beech, Gnosis. Meditation: The snarled roots of the beech tree extending as far beneath the ground as the canopy is tall, its bark flaking off like leaves of note paper.

Not all subjects are worth pursuing. Think of your knowledge as a branch on the periphery of a vast tree. Should you let it grow or should you prune it so others may thrive? Plants love a haircut, what directions will you go if you keep it short and sweet? Also, keep in mind that gnosis isn’t just for academic subjects. Gnosis could be in the form of knowing how to work a room. It could be in talking to animals. There are all sorts of ways that branches grow on the great tree.

 
Milkweed, fiery part of spirit

OÍR. Milkweed, Epiphany. Meditation: The fluffy seeds of milkweed traveling on their silken parachutes to distant locales.

Eureka moments usually aren’t pleasant, but they are always necessary. Face the truth of yourself and your world, then pull out the best parts and amplify them.

 
Big Bluestem, watery part of spirit

MÓR. Sea Change, Big Bluestem. Meditation: A colony of big bluestem fluttering like ocean waves in mid-Autumn.

The collective astral is like the weather: there isn’t much you can do about it. The Sphere of Protection is a raincoat, daily divination is a weather map, and discursive meditation is a field guide, and that is why my Ogham recommend all three!

 
Trumpet vine, earthy part of spirit

UILLEAND. Trumpet Vine, Generosity. Meditation: A hummingbird flitting from flower to flower on a huge trumpet vine at the end of summer.

Every generous act from the bottom of your heart will bless your life by the power of seven. Try it and see. When you share your most precious food with someone you love, you’ll never go hungry. When you spend your last dollar on someone who needs it more than you, you will be exactly like Jesus and you will transcend worldly woes just as he did.

 
Grove of trees, spirit of spirit

KOAD. Grove, Confluence. Meditation: Three trees with intertwining branches, all reaching the sky.

Between the two poles of extremes, there is always a third option of balance. When you look into your future and catastrophe seems to loom or you see the opposite scenario of hitting it big and never having to worry again, imagine a third option where you make the most of what you currently have. What happens when you thank and appreciate everyone around you, including your surroundings and the objects you use? What changes when you sweep your own floor, clean your own toilet, and never allow a good deed to escape without recognition and a hearty thank you?

May your year and all its characters and surroundings be blessed.  

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It is hard to believe I was an atheist less than a decade ago. I was raised to be a casual Christian. I was baptized as a baby and confirmed at age 14. My parents took us to church when my brother and I were little. By the time we were adolescents, my brother and I would often walk to church unaccompanied by our parents. We were both confirmed around the same time.

I felt strung along by the Christian church. There was always the promise of being saved or “hearing good news” followed by empty posturing or rote recitation of mostly inscrutable Bible passages that I felt had no relevance to my life. It did not help that the most avid churchgoers in my life were also the most pushy, hypocritical, and obtuse. The deal breaker for me came at age 16, when the church had zero answers concerning the night terrors I suffered on a regular basis.

In my opinion, the average Protestant church has not been spiritual for a long time. By “spiritual” I mean within regular touch with the spirits/in contact with them. Catholics and Greek Orthodox have the advantage of saints and rituals items like rosary beads; casual Protestants have no such advantages. There is also the common Protestant assertion that any contact with non-corporeal entities other than Jesus himself is Satanic and/or witchcraft. Such an assertion, whether or not it is the correct interpretation of the Bible, excludes and shames anyone who seeks to experience the spirit of place. Those who develop the ability to recognize the differences and overlaps between the spirit world and our own are kneecapped by the insistence that all spiritual experience belongs to Jesus and Jesus alone.

Nah. From my experience, Jesus is truly great, however, he is far from the only god and he’s most certainly not the only spirit. To ironically paraphrase Carl Sagan, J.C. is but one of “billions and billions” in a complex ecosystem.

The Extremely-Haunted World

Most of us have been brought up to believe that if ghosties and ghoulies exist, then surely they must prove it by using their unseen hands to move furniture at night, to win lotteries for humans who beg and plead the right way, and to possess ugly dolls and teddy bears and make them prance about in a demonic yet amusing fashion. That’s not the way it works. Everything and every place is haunted nevertheless. Anyone who has ever sensed that someone doesn’t like them or that a place feels “bad” or “good” for no apparent reason is sensing the spirit ecosystem. The ecosystem is there whether the person astrally blind or profoundly clairvoyant.

Personally, I don’t usually physically see or hear spirits. Every now and then I do, for instance I saw my first full-body apparition in a forest preserve in 2020. I thought it was a man until I got close enough for it to disappear. I usually don’t see spirits. I’ll catch one of my many ghost cats out of the corner of my eye and sometimes ghosts will make a lot of racket in my house. These are not common occurrences. My usual experience is a kind of awareness. For instance, right now I have several spirits hovering nearby. One is always with me -- it’s my Holy Guardian Angel or HGA. Others come and go. Some have bad intentions and are thrown off by my daily Sphere of Protection. Most are just there, like birds in the bushes and trees and insects on the ground and in the air. No big deal. Places also have spirits. My music studio has a spirit. The piano has a spirit who I have named Rex. The desk calendar has a spirit. The elderberry lozenges have spirits. The plastic they are wrapped in has a spirit. The list is endless.

When people ask me “Is this place haunted?” my answer is always “Yes”. Haunted is the natural state of everything. What they mean is “Is one of the entities who lives here disturbed or angry?”

The key realization here is that nobody is ever alone. Manly P. Hall’s Path of the Lonely Ones is only genuinely lonely if non-human entities cannot be perceived, and most people who study the occult find that studying occultism opens the inner eye that perceives the world for all of its genuine weirdness. The supernatural isn’t all that super because it is perfectly natural; it’s just that we humans have fallen into severe blindness.

The Ancient Seers

I believe people used to be able to see the astral plane nearly as easily as we see the physical plane. Over thousands of years, humans lost the second sight. I have always been afflicted with a feeling of sadness and longing for the pre-industrial world when nobody worried about radiation, toxic dumps, or plastic garbage. I don’t feel I am anywhere alone in this or the sense that the world of fairies, angels, ghosts, and other non-corporeal entities has been beaten back. The clincher is that it wasn’t beaten back at all -- it’s just that we have beaten back our ability to perceive it. We are so vain as a species that we came to assume that because we invented our own apparatuses and systems, they can have no consciousness apart from us. The first step to perceiving entities is admitting that humans aren’t so great and special. We are cogs in the machine just like anyone else. We may be creators, but we are also the created. The second step is to try and make contact.

Reach Out and Touch Someone

The primary way to begin to sense the rich, unseen world is to thank it. Grateful people are the best sort of people: everybody wants to hang out with them, including spirits. That’s why I suggest genuinely thanking household objects as a first exercise in spirit communication. The next time you shut your front door for the night, thank it as if it was another person who was your devoted personal security guard. Say Hello when you get into your car and Thank You every time you get out of it. Say thank you to the washing machine and dryer for your clean clothes. Thank your bed after you sleep in it. Once you have started thanking the objects you used to take for granted, you might just notice they appreciate being thanked. It’s a subtle, almost indiscernible feeling, but once you start a habit of thanking objects, you’ll sense that it grows and that an aura of protection grows with it. A wise entity once told me that gratitude sublimates what it touches to the power of seven. I took this to mean that the thank-er and the thank-ee become improved and encouraged by gratitude in at least seven ways.

Bad Practices

I don’t use or recommend Ouija boards or seances to contact spirits. Ouija boards are a good way of inviting a demonic infestation, and here is why: they are like giant nets that do not discriminate in what they catch and bring through. Demons want nothing more than to get a foothold on the material plane where they can proceed to wreak havoc upon their enemies (us humans). The Ouija board is usually piloted by a group of know-nothings who seek contact with dead relatives or dead famous people. A bunch of people create an amorphous blob of astral energy that is easily detected and commandeered by demons. It’s not that dead grandma doesn’t want to get through, she cannot get through because the demons will push her out of the way.

The seance is another extremely ignorant practice that invites the demonic from portals on the lower astral plane. Once again, we have a bunch of random-intentioned people creating an amorphous blob of astral energy through which demons may happily travel. Seances are the astral equivalent of going to a seedy bar and then stripping oneself naked and taking a roofie. Though it is possible that nothing will happen, it is more probable that something bad will happen and that it will have at least one VD. To add insult to potential injury, seances are not bookended with any form of banishing rituals.

One of the types of entities I used to see in my unprotected astral travels is the Impersonator. Impersonators are spirits who form themselves into mock-ups of your loved ones and then try to get your attention by using that person’s form to torment you. Let’s say you dream of your aunt and in the dream, the nice old lady you know suddenly seems menacing and sinister. Her form seems to bulge at the edges, rearranging itself. The arms are too big, the head is too small, the eyes seem wrong. My guess is that you didn’t dream about your aunt; that was an impersonator. Impersonators love to play ghost and many ghost sightings of dead “people” are not people at all.

The Rudeness of Humans

Many entities don’t want to connect with humans because let’s face it, we can be very rude. When I was an atheist who believed in The Science, I truly believed if a demon or angel didn’t manifest as a humanoid creature and march up to me and shake my hand, it couldn’t possibly exist. When a bunch of humans sit in their stupid, unbanished seance and demand that spirits make knocking sounds in order to prove their existence, the spirits have every right to be pissed and angered. Part of me doesn’t even blame them for infesting houses and apartments and making the cupboards vomit dishes and flatware onto the floor.

Let’s say I was stricken blind and deaf. Just as I wouldn’t march into someone’s home and demand that people living there prove they existed by doing an impromptu tap dance so I could feel the vibrations, I no longer presume I can force astral beings to do my bidding, nor do I want them to do my bidding. I wouldn’t dream of thinking of contacting spirits as a game (many Ouija boards are made by Hasbro) because that’s freaking rude.

The Beauty of Talking to Trees

The Druid Tree Ritual, which really isn’t much more than an elaborate way to sit up against or hug a tree, is a wonderfully polite way to introduce oneself to the world of the unseen. Though not every tree is friendly, most trees and plants in general love to chat and exchange energy with humans. The Ritual is simple: 1.Spot a tree 2.Ask it if it wants to exchange energy 3.Sit with back against tree for whatever amount of time seems right 4.Thank tree and exit the scene.

You won’t hear a literal voice from the tree, but you’ll probably feel all sorts of unexpected and odd sensations. Paying attention to them and more importantly contemplating them later is an excellent way of opening the avenues of spirit communication. The ritual has three key elements: the asking of permission, the opening of oneself to possibility, and the all important gratitude afterwards.



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The front garden: this is my main project this summer. My boxwoods have failed to thrive, so that experiment is over. I’m going to put some hardy perennials in the unoccupied spaces such as catmint, lavender, and Russian sage.





The side garden. Here I have a 5+ year old pear tree that still hasn’t bloomed. It’s a pretty tree though and it is healthy. My yard is almost all full sun — this side area is one of two small shady parts. Cedric the Eastern Red Cedar is doing well, putting on some bulk. As you can probably tell, I am expanding the garden space towards the sidewalk. I hate lawns, that’s why it is my goal to engulf the entire lawn space in perennials. The plants in this area of my garden include hostas, ferns, a catmint, borage, a pink phlox, a white hydrangea, black cohosh, and some ivy.





Rose of Sharon that blooms light pink… stay tuned for that!



Baby maple, 2 baby oaks, and Cedric. Name suggestions?






Rose of Sharon from the original owners of the house. This is one of the only things they planted!



A pussy willow I got to sprout from trimmings from my neighbor’s pussy willow bush/tree. I call her Saille. (I call the parent tree the same name)

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The state of my Northern Illinois garden as of Spring 2021... we moved to this house 5 years ago and it was a blank slate. The house was formerly owned the house was tiny, old, and in terrible shape and so was the yard. Upon moving in, we had no other choice than to remove two mostly dead Siberian elms that threatened to fall down on the house. Once the elms were gone, the yard had nothing in it except grass and a large pile of junk in the back.

The first tree to go in was a Home Depot pear tree that is pretty enough, but has yet to bloom. The second was a pussy willow that started as a handful of twigs from my neighbor's bush. Her name is Saille. We almost thought Saille wasn't going to make it for a few windy city years, but she has survived and is now thriving. The next tree was a maple seedling, one of thousands deposited by the old pair of maples on the parkway. After that came Cedric, the rescued sapling from the area behind my work. Finally, there was the baby oak, the one I've asked for prayers for at JMG's Ecosophia Magic Monday.

The rest of the garden is a learning curve, for sure. We are in Zone 5, which means hard winters that arrive in January and last until early March, unless it is a rough winter year, and then the winter lasts from late October until early April.

Ms. Piggy is one of our feral cats who you can see in the background at the edge of the fence on the ground if you look closely. She is the mother of Tommy, the white-orange feral who lets me pet him.
The Celtic cross garden. It's laid out in gravel. Can't say I am a fan of gravel: it likes to travel, specifically indoors. Plus it is a pain to keep weeded. The brick my husband laid in the front is much easier, especially when we need to get the leaves or snow off the walk.



My friend Ted gave me this gorgeous division of his grandpa's heirloom rhubarb a few years ago. It makes for great rhubarb cobbler!



Yarrow in the Celtic garden. There is some lavender in that quadrant as well and a big hyssop. I'm most likely going to dry or tincture most of the herbs in the Celtic garden this year. I love how yarrow spreads!



This spinach survived the hard Illinois winter! I threw an old window over the bed to keep the worst of the frosts off. My friend's Russian kale survived too, so I'm hardly unique.



Wild monarda, a regional native that I include in my Northern Illinois Prairie Ogham. There's also a sage I bought last year and oregano.



Side garden area with a volunteer spurge (the dark brown purple thing) and hostas. All of the hostas were divisions from my parent's garden... we don't buy hostas!



Boxwoods were a disaster this year. Every single one that was touched by snow-melting salt got blighted beyond recognition. I lost about half of them. I propagated a few of them from cuttings and those are the ones you see in the pots. Nevertheless, aside from propagating the ones I have, I think I'm done with boxwoods. They just don't do well in northern Illinois.



I thought my black cohosh had died last year... it was a division from my parents' garden. Black Cohosh is a Midwestern native and its root is good for treating hot flashes and other women's hormonal ailments. I was absolutely delighted when it came back!



More of the side yard. There are ferns, hostas, spurge, catmint, a pink phlox (though it may have died) ivy, the aforementioned black cohosh, and lily of the valley.



Cedric is doing great! I made sure I watered him (he might be a she, actually, and if it is, I'll call her Cedrica) all throughout the dry summer last year. He/she got a bit taller just in the last few weeks.



The baby oak! I found this oak sapling in my garden -- there is a great big oak in the neighbor's yard I believe it descended from. My hopes are that it will become huge and live long after I die!
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Since I began studying Druidry, it has taken existing obsession with plants (one that began in my pre-teen years) to a new level. One of my plant fixations of late is coming up with an Ogham for the trees, shrubs, and smaller plants for my geographical area, which is suburban Chicagoland.

For those of you who are like, "What the heck is Ogham?" I have a website for you! Also, I do free Ogham readings every Monday.

I highly recommend researching one's own Ogham for the unique are where you live. Unless you live in Antarctica, it will be a fascinating dive into the flora of your environment.

Here is the alphabet:



Northern Illinois Prairie Ogham

1. Beith, Beginnings. This was Birch and stays Birch, but instead of Betula Alba or silver birch I have changed it to the North American native birch Betula papyrifera or Paper Birch. They are called paper birch because the bark at the trunk peels off like paper. This is a tree that I saw a great deal growing up, usually in front yards. It's not so popular these days but it is still around.

2. Luis, Protection. This was Rowan in the old system. I have changed it to Sugar Maple (Acer saccharum) because of my many relationships with maple trees and the commonness of the tree in the Chicago area. I have two older maples on my parkway as well as one of their saplings in my front yard -- I pull up hundreds of maple saplings every year in my yard. The sugar maple is a glorious tree that can grow to astounding heights. They are beautiful in every way. Their fall color is a glorious gold. They are also a food tree (you tap their trunks for syrup) and I think they'll become much, much more important as food sources in future eras when petroleum isn't cheap and food cannot be shipped from great distances at low cost.

3. Nuin, Communication.  This was Ash in the old system.  I have changed it to the quirky yet graceful Ginkgo biloba.  The Gingko biloba or maidenhair tree is the only living tree in an extinct species of tree called Ginkgophyta.  This species has been around since the Jurassic era (200 million years ago).  Though it is a native tree of China, it is a tree that is widely cultivated in the Midwest.  I think of it as an autistic's tree -- I mean no insult as I am a high-functioning autist -- as it is an oddball among trees for its ancientness, for its smooth, fan-like leaves, and its medicinal properties.  Ginkgo helps improve mental concentration.   

4. Fearn, Guidance.   Though the Black Alder or Alnus glutinosa is considered an invasive non-native in my area, I am not changing it for the moment because it is an important tree for preventing shorelines from eroding (a big problem for anyone near Lake Michigan).  Alder is a colonizer tree that goes where other trees dare not go.  It loves wet, swampy conditions.

5. Saille, Sensitivity.  White Willow or Salix alba.  This is another "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" tree that I grew up with.  It's not native but it is common in my area.  Willows are great for taming bogs and swamps and they are one of nature's greatest medicinal plants.  I take white willow bark most nights to sleep through the night; it is a gentle sleep aid and painkiller.  Willow branches aren't just medicine -- a tea of them can help other plants to root.  Willow is very flexible (hence its attribution to perfect balances of sensitivity in my Ogham system) and one can make all sorts of cool things from baskets to chairs to fences from the branches.  

6. Huath, Barriers.  This was a tough one to decide.  I felt I had to change it because hawthorn trees (the original tree in the "regular" Celtic Ogham) just aren't common around the Chicago area.  I don't even see them in nurseries with any reliability.  So I decided to change it to the Sycamore tree or Platanus occidentalis.  Like the hawthorn, there are myths about sycamores that forbid them from being cut down.  In the case of the sycamore, an old Wyandotte Indian myth warns of a horrible death befalling a settler who dared cut down a sycamore tree.  

7. Duir, Gifts.  Though the White Oak (Quercus alba) is a European import, it is literally Illinois's state tree.  There are huge forests here dominated by white oak.  It is also my favorite tree in the world.  The native oak here is Quercus rubra or red oak.  One can tell the red oak from the white oak by its leaves.  The red oak has sharp-tipped leaves and the white oak has rounded leaves.  As a child, I learned that the tipped leaf was red like the American Indian's arrowhead and the rounded leaf was the shape of the white man's bullets.  

8. Tinne, Defense.  Holly trees and bushes aren't common in my part of the US.  The grassland here gets too hot and dry for them in the summertime.  I have nearly killed a large nursery holly tree in my yard -- pray for that poor guy, please, he needs it.  For this one, I have chosen the equally prickly Eastern cedar, Juniperus virginiana, which is actually not a true cedar but as the name belies a member of the juniper family.  Juniperus virginiana is reliably common in my area and can be seen along roadsides, in forest preserves, and in my yard.  Unlike holly in my area, Eastern cedar tolerates drought, extreme Midwestern cold, and high wind.

9. Coll, Wisdom.  The Red Oak or Quercus rubra, as previously mentioned, is native to the Midwestern US.  It's a bit faster growing than white oak and its acorns provide food for everyone from squirrels to deer to humans.  The oak is my favorite tree.  I also attribute Coll to another native Midwestern oak: the grand Burr Oak or Quercus macrocarpa.

10: Quiert, Delight.  This is the Apple or Crabapple tree of many varieties and hybrids.  I kept this one the same, considering Johnny "Appleseed" Chapman's efforts to propagate the Europe-imported Malus species not far south from here.  The first pie I learned how to make as a child was apple pie.  

11. Muin, Harvest.  For this, I felt compelled to change the vine of this Ogham from grape to tomato.  There is a family of plants that most of the world (especially people who aren't born in the Americas) take completely for granted: Solanaceae or Nightshades.  Solanaceae is a huge family that includes tomatoes, potatoes, and every kind of pepper except black peppercorns.  Imagine Szechwan, Indian, or Thai cuisine without hot peppers.  Italian food without tomatoes.  Imagine Ireland without potatoes.  Yep.  It never happened before the European discovery of the Americas. Nobody ever burned their mouth out on overzealously spicy Indian cuisine before 1500 or so.  All of the Solanaceae plant family is native to South and North America, period, full stop, end of sentence.   
 
12. Gort, Perseverance.  The Hedge Bindweed, an Illinois native, replaces Ivy.  Hedge Bindweed looks a great deal like Morning Glory or Ipomoea because it is also in the huge Convovulaceae family, but its Latin name is Calystegia sepium.  I battle to keep bindweed from throttling the young oak sapling in my yard.  It's a very pretty plant, with delicate, round white flowers and thin, trowel-shaped leaves.  

13. Ngetal, Hygiene.  Broom is the original attribution in the European Ogham.  Broom simply does not grow around here unless you buy it.  Instead of broom, I have chosen the similar looking Goldenrod, Latin name Solidago riddellii.  It is in the same family as sunflowers. Goldenrod is extremely common in the Illinois prairie and grows profusely along roadsides and fields.  Medicinally, it is a potent tonic and was used in Native medicine to cure infections, especially UTIs.  

14. Straif, Inevitability.  The thorny Honey Locust, Gleditsia triacanthos, replaces Blackthorn in this case.  Honey locust is another tree I grew up with.  It is native and so robust that it is considered an invasive species.  It sheds obnoxious black peapod-things every fall and has a distinct odor.  People have an affinity for the tree anyway.  For whatever reason, two of my neighbors growing up had honey locust trees, and one ended up with a bird impaled on its branch for enough time for the bird to completely rot away, right in the front yard in fancy pants suburbia.  They were strange neighbors.

15. Ruis, Regret. The native to Illinois Black Walnut replaces the Elder in this case, despite the fruit not being as easily edible to humans because of the extra hard husk of the nut which is under a thick ball of green fruit.  The black walnut, like the elder, is a formidable tree with legends swirling around it.  Like the elder, it is a tree of great medicinal value.  Black walnut was used by the American Indians for dye and by early settlers to cure parasitic worms and syphilis.

16. Ailm, Transcendence.  Ailm or Elm is another tree I did not have to modify, as the original attribution is either fir or elm.  I choose the Siberian elm (Ulmus pumila) in this case, as the American elm has been sadly devastated by Dutch elm disease and has become uncommon because of it.  Siberian elms are fast growing with tiny leaves that stick to clothes like cat or dog hair.  

17. Onn, Community.  Gorse is also not common in northern Illinois, so I have replaced it with the extremely common Wild Bergamot, also known as Monarda fistulosa or Bee Balm.  Like gorse, Monarda is a happy, tough plant beloved by pollinators.  Also like gorse, it is used medicinally.  Monarda is known as a throat soother and a fever reliever.  

18. Ur, Intimacy.  Heather is not a common plant in the Midwestern prairie, so I have replaced it with Big Bluestem, a native grass that is one of many that populate almost any patch of land that is allowed to be wild.  Big Bluestem is so abundant that it is Illinois's official prairie grass.

19. Eadha, Limits.  The Quaking Aspen stays for this tree designation, as it is a North American native tree and by that virtue not a tree of the ancient Druids in the first place. 

20. Ioho, Grace.  Yew also retains its position in my Prairie Ogham.  Yew is found commonly in cemeteries just as it is across Europe.  It's a hardy nursery evergreen.

21. Koad, Grove.  My particular area in the far western Chicago suburbs is wooded -- when wild spaces take over in the not too distant deindustrial future, they will be as much woods as grasslands.  My micro-niche in Aurora is dominated by maples and oaks.  The white oak is the most common tree in our local woods.  

22. Oír, Epiphany.  The old attribution for this position is the Spindle Tree.  I replace it with milkweed, which is crucial to monarch butterfly populations and native to my area.  

23. Phagos, Teaching. The mighty Beech tree stays put for this spot in the Ogham.  Beeches were once used as paper -- that's how I think beech ended up with this attribution, because Phagos is about immersing oneself in enough knowledge to be able to pass it on.

24. Mór, Change. There is no tree for this one that I know of, so I attribute it to the Typha, otherwise known as Cattail.  The Cattail is a native plant that loves wetlands and watersides.  

25. Uilleand, Generosity.  Uilleand was Honeysuckle, and though honeysuckle are not difficult to find in the Upper Midwest, I have altered it to Trumpet Vine.  Trumpet Vine is a similar plant to honeysuckle -- it's a climber, graciously offering its nectar to pollinators and hummingbirds, and its blooms are a cheery orange-yellow.

 What's the Ogham of your area?  What trees and plants in your area best suit the designations currently allotted to the traditional Celtic Ogham that I based my Ogham upon?

 

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True confession: I talk to trees. Better yet, they answer back and we have conversations. I'm aware that this isn't "normal". I believe I'm far less crazy these days -- talking to trees, my car, the gods, thanking my food -- than I was when I didn't believe nature could answer back if you talked to it.

People (freaks) like me who talk to trees don't discriminate. I talk to trees in the forest preserve. I talk to trees I pass driving to my office. During breaks, I talk to a tree who is growing against the back end of the building where I work. I'm so fond of chatting with trees, I made a video about how I do it in an effort to encourage others to strike up conversations with the trees in their lives:



Let's call the tree in the back of my work Mama. She is the same tree I was leaning against in the video. Mama is an Eastern cedar. She's had half her upper bulk sheared to accommodate the building. Mama isn't a particularly happy tree and she's also by power lines. I knew this when I entered the relationship. Unfortunately, both Mama and I foresee a high probability that the building will be torn down (it's a rickety piece of crap) along with Mama, prematurely ending her life. The town where I work is infamous for its ruthless appetite for demolishing independent, beloved small businesses in order to install mega-chains. That's why Mama and I suspect it's only a matter of time.

After I made my video, I came back to visit Mama and she sent me a jolt of panic. Only then did I see a small version of Mama about ten feet away from her growing in the crack between the building and the ground. I'm not sure how, but Mama reproduced. Her little baby grew along with a bunch of weeds in the unkempt area between the decrepit wooden steps and the parking lot.

"He's in trouble!" She said, and I don't mean aloud. I heard her say this to whatever part of my head is able to perceive feelings from others. I suspect it's the exact same part of the brain that can tell someone is mad at me or pleased with me before they speak; that is to say clairaudience of this nature is a talent I believe every human being possesses.

"You have to save him!" Said Mama.

Of course Mama was right. Modern city dwellers would never dream of seeing a tree growing in the crotch of a city commercial property and its parking lot as a being worthy of a second thought, let alone respect. The small tree was destined for removal as a nuisance. How dare anything wild grow where Man's sacred concrete has been erected! To most modernites, communicating with trees is a relic of childhood at best and an omen of schizophrenia at worst. But I digress.

My inner thoughts were something akin to "Ugh..." The little tree was close enough to underground wires to be dangerous if dug with a metal spade.

I just happened to have a small plastic garden shovel, so I fetched it and began carefully and laboriously digging through the gravel and weeds with no promises to Mama. Fifteen solid minutes of struggling and sweating later, I somehow managed to finesse the baby cedar out of the corner, landing square on my behind several times as I jockeyed for the right position and shimmied to avoid potential electrocution.

Once the literally dirty deed was done, Mama sent me a feeling of relief so palpable I can still mentally conjure it months later. This overwhelming rush of emotion was tinged with bittersweet melancholy. Her child was free and safe but she would never again be physically with him. As a result, I felt tired and wired. The little tree was unearthed and temporarily housed in a busted popcorn bowl serving as an impromptu pot.



I was mentally and physically drained. I could feel Mama's gratitude and sadness reverberating through me in alternate waves, and I knew I had to get home as fast as possible to plant Cedric in his new forever home, my front yard.

The neighborhood's cedars whispered across blocks and the great oaks, elms, plentiful maples, and copious elms and black walnuts bore witness as I dug a hole for Cedric the Unplanned. I placed him into the soil as a light spring evening rain began to patter on my receding hairline of a lawn. I said a silent Druid prayer as I watered him in.

A few months later, I am happy to report Cedric is doing swell. He seems to have taken root and sports lively chartreuse on the tips of his branches. After work, I talked to Mama today to let her know he is OK. She thanked me again and said that she has already been updated through the "tree grapevine", whatever that may be.


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