The guardian of thresholds. Hawthorn is the haw of the hedgerow — the armed tree that bounded the old fields of Europe, and no tree in the northern folklore carries more law around it: in Ireland the lone thorn is the fairy tree, left standing in ploughed fields to this day because no sensible farmer will cut one. It is the May-tree whose blossom crowned the May Queen, the tree of weddings and vows in Greece and Rome, and legend gives the Glastonbury Thorn its flowering at Christmas from the staff of Joseph of Arimathea. The old herbals wrote it down as the tree of the heart in every sense: long used to befriend and strengthen the aging heart, steady its rhythm and quicken the circulation, and, in the emotional reading, to dispel worry and settle the anxious and the fearful — the guarded, faithful centre made calm. Hermetically it belongs to Mars: the thorn is a drawn blade, the blossom within it a defended tenderness. The Warrior — keeper of the boundary, in spagyric form.

Hermetically Hawthorn stands under the patronage of Mars — the planet of warriors, leaders and those who do not fear challenges.
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