Hawthorn - Healer of the Heart
This is the second Blog entry for Hawthorn - here you can find the one from Feb 2022
Let me invite you to descover a dear friend of mine
Her family are the roses and therefore she stands among the great teachers of love in the plant kingdom. She brings our physical hearts into a deep relaxation, opens secret gateways into the dream world, and offers profound teachings on boundaries and especially how to free our hearts. She guides us toward balance and reciprocity—the great cycle of giving and receiving that sustains life.
Tread her carefully—she is not one to forgive easily.
Hawthorn is a true witch’s plant. If you imagine her as a person, she might appear as the beautiful maiden in her white flowery dress, as the sensual red woman, and finally—hidden beneath her green, white, and red robes—the wise crone with the black thorns. She is both the wise healer and the ugly witch who will cast a spell if you come with harmful intent. In her, magic, mysticism, healing, and the danger of the wilderness are woven into one tapestry.
Blossoming Hawthorn
Behind it all—she genuinely wants to help.
Her flowers and leaves she gifts freely to those with good intentions. But for those who come in selfishness, she can teach them a lesson through the pain of the thorns, and her intoxicating scent may bring a sweet lullaby or lead to confusion. She is definitely untamable, while she walks her own path, answers to no one, and invites only those brave enough to meet her on her terms.
To me, she is the Hedge Witch in person - Beautifully wild and free. I love her deeply and love working with her, for she can bring real transformation to the lives of those who seek her wisdom.
An ancient companion
She has long stood as a threshold between the tame and the wild—planted as fences around the villages to keep the wilderness at bay. In this way, she still marks the liminal space, the edge, the portal to the untamed spirit world. Her flowers, too, have been symbols of transition—welcoming the summer and fertility. Young maidens would weave them into their hair to call in their beloveds. Her leaves and flowers are collected since aeons to treat heart, dream and love issues.
A snippet of my recent story with her:
"She has been furious with me before. I’ve felt her rage tear through my protective the walls — breaking them open so fiercely, I thought I might burst. She didn’t arrive gently. She stripped things away, piece by piece, with a scream that felt both wild and ancient. A fury not just mine, but hers—heartbroken from millennia of being ignored, dismissed, misunderstood.
But once inside, it felt like standing in a sacred fire - a bright light, where wild pain, grief, and intensity were being burned away. And through that burning in my heart, a deeper truth emerged: it was all mine. What I had experienced was the arrival of my Self, my own spirit. Hawthorn didn’t came to me, nor was it her pain - it was all mine, but she showed me the road back home."
I learned, that if we can offer her just a small opening in our hearts—just a sliver of true presence and love—she will meet us there. She will show us where the heart has gone numb, where we no longer let others touch us, where we withhold love out of fear.
All she truly wants from us is our presence, our undisturbed attention, and our willingness to let her in - for she then to unravel the power of ourselves, freeing us from our heart-felt pains.
Her teachings comes as dream and her gifts are fortune.
Hawthorn - the Fary of the Tale
You know the tale, don’t you?
A beautiful child is born. A kingdom rejoices.
And yet, something is left out—someone is not invited, and everyone falls asleep.
The fairytale is that of Sleeping Beauty – and the faeries, that is me, Hawthorn.
They invited all the beauty of my flowers, the love and fortune that I bring.
But don’t you forget the thorns when you call for a rose!
I carry many faces, yet I serve one big purpose: to protect the heart until it is ready to awaken.
They feared my thorns would bring harm. But what I bring is initiation!
The King and Queen only wanted their daughter to be safe.
So they cast away the pointy spindle, locked up the danger, tried to outwit fate.
But growth does not come from safety alone. A heart untouched does not know its strength.
So I gave the gift no one else dared to give: the threshold into adult life.
Yes, there must be a prick of the finger, and blood that flows for that transition.
As blood binds the soul to the body, it marks the moment spirit becomes flesh.
The spindle doesn’t really wound her – but it touches her humanity.
A little shock from childhood to maturity.
Life cannot be avoided, and some drama always happens – some things fall asleep and are soon almost forgotten – become a fairytale of old, where a beauty sleeps her dream to be awakened by the one true love. ❤️
I am the Mother of Dreams, and my spell is mercy.
I weave the cocoon around the trauma – give a sacred pause.
Gift the great stillness that allows the soul to travel far, to rest, to dream of a truer world.
And around her heart, I grow my hedge of thorns.
Thick, wild, impassable – not to trap her, but to guard what is sacred.
Only truth may pass. Only love.
Only the one who walks without armor, with eyes open and heart vulnerable.
And both is you – the maid, your living heart; the hero, your true Self.
I let you in without a fight, but only when you are ready,
when your consciousness has grown, your awareness sharp, and your longing is for truth and love.
Who said something about the dragons? They aren’t mine.
They are yours – made of fear, of guilt and shame, and the ancient belief that you are unworthy of love.
They are not to fight – they are to master!
You see, I’m not the villain here – and I do not save you.
I guide you, if you dare.
I hold the dream. I whisper in your sleep.
I tend to the path that winds back to your heart,
back to the part of you that has waited in silence,
behind the veil of forgetfulness.
When the time comes – and it always does – the hedge will bloom.
The thorns give space for the ones who truly care.
The kiss comes from your presence itself.
Your awareness, Love that sees through.
And you awaken as your consciousness has found the heart –
not as a child,
but as one who has known deep sorrow, sleep,
and the long journey home.
So listen, dreamer:
If you feel lost… frozen… wrapped in numbness… do not rush to wake. I am with you.
Trust the stillness. Honor the blood. The story is not over.
You are only beginning to remember.
If her whispers are stirring something in you...
Book a one-on-one session with Stephan to work with Hawthorn’s healing presence.
In a one-on-one session, we sit together — like you would with a therapist, a healer, a doctor, or a wise friend. This can take place online or in person, depending on what suits you best.
We listen deeply to what wants to be seen, felt, and understood — and we invite Hawthorn into the space as guide and ally. The session itself may bring insight, healing, or energetic shifts, but to truly root the work in the body, you will also receive a Hawthorn remedy to continue the healing at home. This medicine is crafted for your specific need and can be picked up or sent to you after the session.