If only so I can say: enjoy this emotional timeline cleanse. The noise here in the States is getting intrusive right along with the rising Covid numbers here in the town where I live and elsewhere in MA.
Above is a part of the front yard's side pocket area that I took to calling The Indigenous Tribute Garden. It could also be called the result of the gate in the background being stuck shut during a time when J was putting in 70 hour weeks so it took a while to fix. I just directed him where to stop mowing and then I had a nearby place to commune with many of the plants I wildcraft from the field much farther from human dwellings and roads.
Think I've found the fulcrum I'll need to have a better sense of how to proceed blogging about chakras in a long haul way. My mind's been an ongoing roadblock of no consequence to anyone but me. At the same time on that whirling mind level the consequence feels endless if entirely self-perpetuated.
the good news is if it's something I'm doing it's something I can stop doing. And have already begun.
this pic or something similar will show up in the next post mixing red and orange flower images with short descriptions of their essences. The photo above was taken during the summer I kept this garden in the summer of '05. As described in that early post, I approached a local CSA manager to see if I might have 'a bit of earth' specifically to co-create flower essences. She didn't know what they were but she knew about Bach Rescue Remedy. I told her were I lived (densely populated by any standards not just ex-urbs) and she immediately brought me in.
It was a magical summer that culminated with hurricane Katrina. Thus it was a pivotal personal development summer as well. This was borne-out in astrology, my local teaching efforts, and just time spent on the edge of a wonderful old orchard right at the summit of an equally wonderful New England hill. As I was writing these words it seemed as if it was also a summer that - within my own mind - asked me to grow all the way up and get truly creative in terms of how I put my energy into the world as a healer.
J takes afternoon walks around our neighborhood's roads. Yesterday he brought in the garden bell that we both overlooked until I suddenly remembered in the middle of the night. Knew the beautiful knotted tibetan cord probably wouldn't withstand more than another year if that so am glad to have it re-hung in its new and greatly improved winter location.
Today temps rose to the high 30's. local road traffic has thinned considerably. T's various electronic and building projects are kudzu-ing basement real estate. J and I have agreed to investigate standing light garden units. Something modest and just the equivalent of what I have now or even a bit less. If the service bureau's work slows down for him he's likely as not to figure out how to make it - or at least the frame - himself.
Tomorrow I'm putting on muck-boots and walking around the field for awhile...