This song makes me KNOW WHO I AM
and right now it's going out to anybody unfortunate enough to be suffering from the inhumanity of union busting.
like at amazon, for instance ...
Bezos. writing his own fake happy employee testimonials.
This song makes me KNOW WHO I AM
and right now it's going out to anybody unfortunate enough to be suffering from the inhumanity of union busting.
like at amazon, for instance ...
Bezos. writing his own fake happy employee testimonials.
Libra's power and majesty has been roaring its way up and down the ridge were we live. I went out when things were calmed to a dull roar and retrieved my stone allies. It was pretty fab.
Stopped to get a documentation shot of the garden still vibing with full moon energy. You can see I have been working. The objects I attached to the gate have been indoctrinated into their new surroundings through the typically dramatic weather shifts. Everything seems happy to have a purpose. And I am considering (this seems like quite a Libra thing, actually ...)
Elegance of Purpose.
Tonight's the second class with Deb. I may take a few days off screen afterward. Just to see what that shifts ..
During the past week I've been meditating on the sign of libra - sometimes stopping what I'm doing in order to incorporate the action and whatever it yields into the fabric of whatever I was previously less than fully engaged with. also re-watched Pam Gregory's full moon video last night. It's been clarifying and given me food for thoughts and actions
yet at the same time
For me Libra is always seeming to be about:
I think of it just like that, and then visualize separating social/ from justice in order to create a pair of scales.
Libra is a cardinal (self-directed/leader) sign and thus everything that underlying energetic imperative tends to mean as it pertains to the key of mind&wind.
other Libra-specific properties and stomping grounds: Elegant lines in life and thought. aficionado and lover of beauty. balance. iron fist in velvet glove (for years I was very close to a double Libra soul sister who deeply relished that description of her particular mojo ...) and at a top-down humanity level: Queen or King of any given room of whatever kind - which librans are justly known to read with impeccable grace and skill. All stuff I habitually think about when considering Libra qualities and specific people that I know or have known - love or have loved.
But what I forgot about, and then recalled via PG's video - is something really paramount to moon gazing:
The libra full moon energy began to gather itself two weeks ago. It will continue for two weeks once the full moon sets.
In that linear time frame
all manner of inner - and inter-personal - relationship may be illuminated. All relationship of Self-to-Thing. self-to-Self. s/Self-to-Other
relationship seems to be coming up for a lot of us
the way presumed givens about our established RELATIONSHIP
to impeccability got real with any number of us last month.
What is our relationship to our earthwalk? Why do we feel that entire chunks of our existence leave our connection to other-relationship impermeable, but this 'can't be helped'? How are any of the other things we imagine to be true when we kinda-sorta know we're out of balance - but most primarily hold awareness of all the various things we most definitely do NOT intend to do about it - really as important as 'getting' balanced in order to maintain and consciously/constantly re-calibrate what balance authentically means to our hearts and souls?
I guess I'm asking
what if our most authentic richly layered life
of radical self-acceptance
with some type of special occasion
we deign to allow ourselves
every now and again
When I look back on the past week and a half or so, I can see how important Relationship has been to every other component of my life's flow. Every single thing. Furthermore, the energy surrounding this linear awareness has been illuminated by my ever-deepening understanding that our current cosmological flow is one of sacred unity and peace. Both universal qualities are very elevated Libra ideals, and I really love my sense of the two universal properties flooding the earth's surface by way of reflected light that's also amplified by the cosmological specifics of this Libra full moon's point in spiraling linear time.
For the past day and a half I've been experiencing an offputting neurological and perceptual re-alignment process of sorts. It's very reminiscent of grace's recent experience in that, although it's playing out quite differently, it contains the same cumulative experiential quality of combined linear happenstance and Visitation. The other glaring similarity is that I was thrown all the way out of balance in a tangibly physical and perceptual/mental way.
(i see for myself this happening as an act of imperfect perfection as I begin shifting prep-wise to the Sixth Chakra range.)
Thursday night I was sitting very happily in lotus position at my place at the dining room table - taking some realignment time following an amazing ancillary Healing Garden workshop with Lisa Estabrook. She is a very gifted (libra) Spiral Talker. Think everyone who participated wound up on a higher cloud as a result. Within that period of still elevated consciousness a tick bit me. repeatedly. I could see the small track the creature made along my outer breast, arm pit, and underarm.
Ticks being the reality they are around here, and me having a very compromised immune system, I know some measure of what a tick can bestow beyond Lyme. Lyme I know through J and his cumulative experiences with it. 'Knowing' (aka my favorite human entrapment) wasn't immediately relevant. I was tripping my brains out courtesy of the two most successful bites . It happened really fast - by the time I was looking at the results in the mirror. Even in that condition I knew to mother myself effectively. I took the tick out in one clean pull like i do it all the time because I do.
Usually, with a tick bite, I have a lot of local discomfort for maybe twice as long as would be normal with a more robust immune system. But I've never had consciousness altering responses to any sort of insect bite beyond yellow jackets. In this case, I stood in front of the mirror looking at the weird trail the tick forged on my body. And it reminded me of ritualistic body scarification in a zoomed in scale-distortion version of itself. It also reminded me of the parasitic tracks our species makes - not just on this planet but also out in space. And - obviously- it reminded me of racism's ongoing parasitic determination to Win.
I recall speaking about the latter topic to my reflection. That's not really unusual at all, unfortunately - but in this case I was doing it to make ongoing note that my tongue wasn't thickening and my pulse remained steady and wtihin normal range. It was a very weird space of time. In which I was my own mother, medic, and disintegrating self's version of Being My Own Best Friend.
it left me open to life-changing revelations concerning what's best kept and let go as well as where personal responsibility ends.
getting that last, very particular piece caused me laugh for an extended period of time last night and in the earliest morning hours of moon gazing. it was so far beyond therapeutic and elevating that I'm not sure what I would call it beyond
breathing in a very different key.
Today I saw three hawks - the first of the season for me though I have seen a lot of turkey buzzards. The hawk above had a partner and the other was solo. Their cries are a happy addition to my garden time. I've been outside a lot - poking around in the woods, doing chores, and spending a lot of time really bonding with this new growing season as it asserts more of itself.
Day before yesterday I was called to make a 'surprise' crown chakra remedy for the Dive people and continued life in the SLI repertory. Below the all important act of reciprocity has been implemented. Poured excess matrix back on the colony after returning the nine bowl flowers to the ground with each bloom tucked into the edges of the grouping.
Every year that I co-create in this way, the process becomes deeper and more layered at the same time it gets increasingly straightforward. By now it's a form of muscle memory as well as an ongoing prayer. Sent the captains a text with a pic of the bowl once the mother stock had been harvested and shaken to life. Later, in the early evening enlivened by late slanting sun, Rory dropped by and played his harmonica for the colony.
Today I visited the special portion of the field's rock wall to repair the stone prayer stacks and a few new layers to one of the stacks. While I was putting stones back into stacks I happened to notice one of the rocks has grafitti'd a crossroads symbol - must be from the mineral deposits that run right alone the fissures of the rock.
I made this sun ornament during a family Summer Solstice crafting endeavor to commemorate our first Summer 'in the country' after leaving Boston. It's hung somewhere in the garden ever since. While living in this place, I've changed its location every year but I think it will hang on the gate from now on. I also added some miniature cowbells and a few crystals that had been a bundled gift from a friend - with each item equipped with individual hanging ribbons and rope. Didn't get this far last year but this year there's the luxury of more time. I plan to embellish the gate a lot more over time, providence willing.
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(in partial/incomplete response to Cheryl's request for more thoughts on Spirit moving through the spinal column/energetic system via the 5th chakra)
Am slowly working my way through the book(s) where I might have first seen some of this info.
For now - at some point in my late 30's/early 40's I researched in a lot of my free time - the energetic portals at the back of the primary energy centers. Think the specific reference to spirit entering and then moving through the energetic system was in the writings of Harish Johari or Cyndi Dale. I knew where those books were when the Dive began, but that was about ten million years ago.
Based on what I read - I began to actively visualize a sky blue silken ribbon entering my energetic body at the back of my neck. then I asked it: what do you want to do next?
first it turned electric blue and then it just started weaving through my vertebrae - kind of glowing as it passed through the center of each chakra wheel.
(I kept visualizing sky blue until I realized the spontaneous overlay wasn't going to change. Sometimes now it does. Especially if I have a lot of neurological disturbance and pain in the lower half of my head)
not long afterwards - I had one of three experiences I've had so far - in which I've spontaneously seen a sentient being's aura as a bold unmistakable smear of brilliant electric blue. Twice with humans, and once with a cobalt blue penstemon at Ayer's Rock in Colorado. The second human experience involved a woman I didn't know who was walking a bit of ahead of me in Coolidge Corner, Brookline MA. She was speaking animatedly with a friend and I was just kind of moseying along with J. All of a sudden I saw this brilliant streak of blue - almost like a miniature meteor fly into her body and start moving.
The best way to describe it is to think of a mountain road you know with innumerable switchbacks. If you could turn that awareness sideways and look at it as if was an arial photo turned sideways. you would also see a horizontal surface of movement rather than (arial) flat image -
that's what this looked like as it was happening.
After that I started asking vibrational healers and energy workers: could this happen?
and they all said
Like I said, there are places for me to find more actual information to explain and recommend but I have ... quite a number of books and they aren't in the kind of order they were at one time. Am workin' on it in my usual lateral way ...
i was delighted to discover a self-seeded foxglove in a part of the property where foxgloves haven't grown in 10 years. She's growing right at the base of a flowering quince. Have noticed the volunteer foxgloves like to cozy-up close to an existing plant. While I was out on this morning's perambulation, I paused to weed here and there - to greet many returning colonies of lemon balm, to plan removal, nurturing, and later transplanting of rose campion seedlings rising from the brick walkway.
Yesterday J cleared up some brush in the evolving sanctuary bed and adjacent frog pond area.
I've been standing on the middle of the bridge at the stream to watch the sun go down and engage with portions of Deb's Equoinox meditation. The excitement rising among class members as the clock moves closer to our first lessons with her at 7 p.m. is a very tangible energy.
We had a worksheet relating to the Equinox presentation. I chose to write in sky blue ink. and something true: I will indeed need that extra note book for additional journaling room. This morning I moved into the additional notebook I'll be embellishing with the half-size copies of the class journal. Wrote about stuff that happened in the yard today - things I noticed/approached/amplified cognitively and energetically because of shifts the Equinox work afforded with effortless ease.
As you can see, the very gorgeous volunteer 'crown' of last year's mid-summer garden still has some things to say. We had a long conversation. I spoke aloud. It embarassed me for years - the way some of my more expressive friends would announce and proclaim and just generally act like humans were the swing vote in it all.
I'm speaking quietly. Sometimes with tender gestures.
It's a big step for me. And I had to, in good balanced blue conscience delete some unplanned opinionated asides concerning why that is.
Also of super Blue interest to me: I was psyched to this really insightful piece in The Guardian yesterday. The headline alone had me clicking on swift reflex.
i deleted what i 'said' about it (by way of relating quite tangentially to recently re-upped marketing of the book on the above left).
the piece itself
speaks more than eloquently.
The book on the right is just me reading ahead with the 7th chakra in mind.
I feel a lot of shifts and shedding skin.
I keep having totally out-of-the-blue and previously unimaginable fictional breakthroughs that somehow aren't wreaking havoc with my pre-ordained weekly deliverable schedule. I don't know how it's happening but assume it's open-crown/kinda-sorta cosmically driven
I feel like this had to happen during Blue month or I wouldn't have known how to hold it steady
while the world wakes up and Persephone rises to the surface to evoke all her glorious subjects to bloom everywhere.
sometimes I feel like I'm just this close to losing all control of my original vision but somebody who's writing I love
and greatly respect
once told me that's the only time you're writing worth a damn.
Right on that edge. No exceptions.
Sometimes I know exactly how to hold steady
but it will mean sooooo much work
and additional thinking
during a time of year when all I want to do
is be outside.
I claim I don't know anything
but really I'm saying I obviously
know and choose to imagine I don't.
After the sense of not knowing anything
builds up enough fire&water steam
I stand in the doorway of J's office
and talk myself through various forms of dismay, uncertainty, elation and utterly victorious a-ha moments.
sometimes he's 'there' ...
sometimes he wishes I wasn't.
Giving myself this day of immersive relationship to the energy, yet also sharing the experience. Usually I go all-in or just kind of dabble here and there throughout the day. Now I'm considering everything that happens part of the medicine walk. "sacred time isn't separate time" Am considering making a painting to resemble a cross-stitch motto. for substrate, use a piece of salvaged wood and hang it in the mud room.
J will remove another layer of leaves from the pond today. We will rattle and sing. Others have been by per loosely arranged schedule.
At sunset we'll stand facing west and absorb the shifting light of this new season on its first day of life.
As is my way I am going all in with The Healing Garden class material. There are many altar spaces in and around our home but I wanted something especially dedicated to the energy work for this course - and in a place where I could see it alot - that was grounded in our home's energetic structure rather than my studio space. Set up a wooden folding tray just by the door of the living room leading to the kitchen and downstairs hallways. Built the altar slowly over an hour's worth of time and gentle contemplation of my inclusion options.
building an altar is always rewarding, elevating, and above all else intentional BLUE in living action. Deb's exemplar featured a backdrop. Haven't worked altar space that way in decades. So, yeah. Let's re-ignite the horizontal axis. This is SO BEAUTIFUL and smoothing for the entire house. Planning to smudge with all the doors open.
Included on the wall: my layered red square from 'way back at the beginning of the Dive. The other three are literal as well as more spiritual guardians and guides in the field. J's fox tribe. My song dog howlers. the bluebirds that travel with goldfinches during the winter from their thickets in a nearby overgrown orchard. During the summer both birds nest and roost in the field. A goldfinch peeps around the edges of special stone and crystal friends. Raven spirit led me directly to the eye-portal stone at the Quabbin Reservoir about 30 years ago. Also included with what's to come in mind: citrine, danburite, larimar, amethyst, chrysoprase, lemurian seed crystal, ruby matrix, chrysocholla, obsidian, and a tiny bit of emerald matrix. And of course an aventurine egg gifted quite long ago - in another century/millenium, in fact.
My grandmother's beloved snowdrops teacup. Later I'll fill it with beach sand and just as the sun has settled out of sight we'll light the silver and gold candles. Also my grandmother's spring rabbits. I wound up switching-out the basket for my mother's willow basket with a grapevine handle. that way there are three generations of my bloodline to tie me to my personal mother-line as well as Gaia. A small Tree of Life talisman that was original gifted to me by the piscean dive captain's mother on the day she learned she was pregnant with his younger sister. It just felt right to her, as a memorial of that shared moment in our Time. And the talisman has found a special protected home in every summer's garden since.
go outside and breathe as deeply as you can.
we've made it this far.
and now find ourselves surrounded by Blue.
(hopefully this post is helpful for the few who have written asking what to do, how one might arrange, etc. for an altar space that's organically developed in a manner that's equally Spirit-and-self directed.) Below, Gaia waits to be recognized through this working.
it's an energetic and magical boundary thing.
and it makes a great deal of difference what frequency vibrates and how.
Italian Alkanet shows up a lot on my blogs. I love everything about the plant as well as the flowers. When they go to seed goldfinches come to feed. I hadn't realized they liked these seeds until we'd lived here a few years - the season of the flowers in this image. This is one of my favorite Clarity essences. When it's in bloom a few flowers always seem to volunteer for a couple of mixed flower blended bowls.
In the original Sparkling Lotus garden beds, Blue Alpine Columbine was a very strong presence that self-seeded with seemingly impeccable design sensibilities. A massive colony emerged around the compost bins.
pro-tip: nodding flowers such as columbines, hellebores, lily of the valley, blueberry, etc. are quite often associated with special aid/affinity channels towards/within introspection, spiritual retreat, or the need to embrace one or both of those qualities-of-life. I've also found this flower structure to be invaluable for people who teach/mentor/guide activities geared towards such endeavors.
Radicchio grows freely along the western edges of the field garden. It's such a close relation to Chicory that I tend to use this essence in its place. But I do have a very deep sort of Chicory mother stock that I prepared in the center of a three-road crossroads with a specific friend in mind. This is for people who need to learn how to play nicely in the verbal senses. Mixing Chicory and Calendula flower essence is a fave option.
Blue Sage flower essence is a wonderful tonic for the fifth chakra. Notice how the flowers resemble - as one of the dive captains put it - 'a yammering mouth'. Sage flower essences are stabilizing. They're also a very stringent cleansing and re-balancing agent.
(if you don't have access to - or simply don't want to fuss with obtaining - any of the colorful 'decorative' sages you can choose a classic and extremely versatile essence made from blooms of garden Sage. This is a SUPER stabiizing and grounding option.)
Blue Vervain, although purple, is a wonderful choice for those who speak and listen to others speak about matters of mystery and human empowerment. Deb Soule often mentions Blue Vervain flower tincture's affinity for those who carry tension in their neck. That's what gave me the idea of working with the flower's healing signature vibrationally, and at the throat chakra level.
Last summer I prepared a blended bowl with many blue vervain flowers - each cut individually. I then added some evening primrose flowers.
I made this bowl for ongoing personal healing efforts related to overcoming the remaining layers of energetic depletion specifically related to having an inappropriate and consciously out-of-bounds mother. That's the kindest, bluest way I can put it. Healing wounds incurred in this manner takes a lot of patience and dedication. The process is one of literal self-mothering.
Vervain's gift to the bowl relates to the plant's affinity with neck tension. My mother had a certain 'move' when we were out in public and I was in some way non-compliant or she simply imagined I might become that way. She'd press her thumb quite hard into the spot where my right shoulder and neck join and then dig her fingers into different tender spaces on either side of my clavicle bone.
Sometimes I still feel that grip. Evening Primrose flower essence is, in large part, used to heal any kind of mother-wound. So I made myself this blend and as I set the bowl in place for solarization, I thought consciously of a number of friends who at times grapple ineffectively with the challenge of clearing away layer after layer of scar tissue and toxic residue. I had not planned to harvest any of the vervain flowerheads. It wasn't the promise I made to the medicine spirit - to let her seeds form and flow freely. But I did honor the physical plant's offering as being part of the medicine spirit's guidance and wisdom.
This past year I planted Blue Vervain in this place for the first time. I got six plants from Select Seed - and planted pairs that self-designated once I let them know of my plans - in three very different places on the property: in the south-west corner of the field garden, in the sunniest east-to-west portion of the evolving sanctuary, and in the sunniest spot in the side pocket gardens out front. Although there were copious flower heads I held fast to the promise to make and sow all their seeds. It felt right and I dreamed the plant's medicine spirit was appreciative to experience follow-through on my promise, as well as hearing and answering the invitation to make a healing blend.
let me tell you something. you know you're a parent when:
less than 6 hours after giving birth, a special team with an equally special ambulance arrives and the doctor looks you both right in the eyes and says "this is a 50-50 situation."
yeah. that'll wake you right up.
But T was born in the year of the ox, and he was also in quite a bit better shape than any other babies in the NICU. So he went back to Mount Auburn, where he was born, to receive the rest of the treatments he needed. J would drive me to the hospital every morning at 7. I stayed with my son until visiting hours ended at 9 in the evening. J would arrive directly from work and hold T. until it was time to leave.
it was difficult. For me, the no-choice hardwooden chairs were a nightmare but holding my boy was what we both needed and I would not recall this time with much thought given to the harsher aspects of starting out as a family in this particular manner. I recall the love. And the gratitude that our son was strong and essentially healthy.
on the way to the hospital each morning, we drove by a lovely old home with an enormous yard in which blue squills had been colonizing abundantly for a very long time. The swath of blue - the color of healing in a lot of sympathetic magic work - gave me a definite boost. My sense of joy was real. Jeannine Parvati prepared me to be a certain kind of mother and I was not about to change the paradigm on top of The Plan.
I was present and I was loving.
and I'll go to my grave entirely certain that the magnificent carpet of squills
had something to do with that.
spring is almost here. Well. not here, here. but Here.
approach BLUE from the bridge connecting the upper chakra to the central anchor of heart.
bring with you everything of value from the primary chakras, their bridge to the heart, and the heart itself. Allow your arms to fill enough that bits and pieces drop along this new bridge to be crossed. Later they can serve as road markers and short cuts to lessons and insights gleaned throughout the process so far.
The fifth chakra is about Clarity. It's also the spinal column's first energetic opportunity to receive and reflect messages from Spirit on Spirit's own terms. Once Blue is introduced into conscious energetic work, Clarity and Spirit have an opportunity to enter, and inform, the heart and primary chakras. Sit with Blue's entry and let it find it's own flow. Let it infiltrate the thinnest tendrils of Root before you slowly bring it back up again to its house of resonance and resonation.
Spirit and Clarity (and Blue) are everywhere in our daily lives. Throughout this month, imagine every instance of BLUE you see to be an indicator of holiness in our everyday landscape of meanings and purposes. Consider it a friendly spiritual hello reaching out to you.
Deliberately place Blue in places where you'll see it a lot and the color can be further known to you through a fusion with light.
an anniversary gift of sorts.
one that will play an important part in whatever the garden becomes within and without.