The winds have stilled themselves to mere breeze. The sky is cloudless. My head doesn't hurt. Not ... it hurts less or in ways that can be comfortably contained. My head. doesn't. hurt. Plus it was my rotating weekly day without yoga practice so I was able to get dressed and go right outside. I noticed light everywhere - specifically as sixth chakra food. I approached this light-food awareness with my camera as well as an open heart. I'm going to start asking myself to stand in the garden to consciously receive light in my third eye and then let it filter down, like dripping light in the form of the sky's 'headwaters' throughout the chakras below. To treat light through reception, and mirroring in photos, the same way I treat water on petals and leaves. In terms of what I notice and how/what I seek to capture.
It will take awhile. This is a new way of mind-eye-think for me.
first thing out the door, I saw the first cowslip flower stalks feeding. i have loved this flower since early childhood. Every time I see its glowing presence I feel my child-heart expand. And along the same vein
I can't even with the astonishing SPIRIT of this specific plant. I still have things to express. So I guess we'll all stay tuned.
here's last year's crown for comparison.
The plant in a larger context within the sanctuary's corridor of light. June 7th of last year. It will be interesting to see what happens this year with a far larger crown in this plant's mysterious third season. Foxgloves! They've returned on their own after many years Away.
Also I've cleared a lot more of the original bed's overgrown jungles sphere since the photo was taken. J's slated to move two of the too-much stella d'oro daylilies. They are so ubiquitous around here. These crowns need to be divided and relocated. J. likes this work. Soil. Shovel. Roots. I hope to divide and relocate half of the siberian iris as well. Last year the show stopping magnitude was a very hoarse whisper for help. We put down cardboard for a year to create space for them against the retaining wall. It will mean forking up runners of goldenrod and blackberries first. So we'll see how much of everything gets done.
one of two Angelica Archangelica plants that remain on the property. At the old place I had dozens upon dozens. I will talk about them later, I hope, but this morning I mainly asked this plant why. Why, I asked. About your unusual behavior? Why.
because it is important.
I transplanted s/he 4 or 5 years ago in the very early spring. S/he lives in the evolving sanctuary. My visionary hope has always been that flower heads would form and seeds would scatter to establish a Presence. This morning the plant spontaneously told me we are already here. And I realized, yes. Two of these plants will always BE two of these plants. Two whole plants. And I wasn't seeing it that way. Instead I've been continuing to see through the lens of over the top experiences in my former garden. And ongoing grower's wisdom that this type of Angelica takes three years to flower, tops. And then I realized so much more as I crouched with the plant and let it whisper to me.
I was spoiled throughout the entire mother phase of my life with an abundance of this medicine spirit's energy and light dispersing healing capabilities. And then this morning I remembered: Once upon a time, I had a single Angelica plant. It lived in one of the tiniest herb gardens I've ever seen, but when it was all I had, it was a wondrous universe. As I'm writing my sixth chakra's sending me powerful memories of the garden's third growing season. I was pregnant. And the pennyroyal I planted that first year beneath the Angelica was everywhere. I'd invited a non-pregnant friend without growing space to come and harvest freely for herself. For anyone she knew.
The specific internalized images I have show the two of us kneeling on our heels while she harvested. Everywhere she looked, she saw the abundant runners. The more she SAW the more pennyroyal revealed itself. And she sat stunned with the amazing life force of this shallow rooted plant.
I saw it every day and had become accepting. Also - I named the garden Little Findhorn, so I kind of expected I'd also called Light to do its magical work as well. But even I was gobstruck by the time two more summers arrived and my son and I spent a lot of our daytime hours outside. By then the Pennyroyal had conquered the lawn in innumerable places. When the plants bloomed the air hummed with all types of bees.
It was 1987. I would never have imagined that in the time since, I would gradually come to look at that age-frame
as innocent times.
I started Calendula under lights this year. Am also going to start sunflowers and zinnias. I know it isn't advised, but I want the actual flowers and vibrant plants. Too many different insects and birds and shrews, etc. nibble at the seedlings but will seek shelter rather than nourishment from larger plants. I have SEEN this over and over in other people's yards - and the year I tried it as an experiment (our second growing season here) I had abundant flower crops. So we'll see. I'm also sowing seeds here and there so I can figure out where they fare the best out in the field garden. The 'Light-Grown 24' will go in containers on the deck and pool skirt, plus I'll save several to scatter in the evolving sanctuary.
Cinnamon and large leaf basil. I'll be transplanting everything to larger growing spaces with regular potting soil. After years of trial and error I've found a seed starting mix I like. Part of what I most enjoy is that everything sprouts and grows more reliably to the point of the plants' second set of true leaves. Last year - because I was super jacked-up about a gazillion things - I was equally hyper-achieving in what I grew and to what capacity. This year has been more about establishing a down-shifted perspective.
instead of asking what I want to grow
I'm asking what I know I can reasonably handle.
it's one of life's more obvious wisdom nuggets that I've taken quite awhile to absorb even partially. Today I sat spellbound to realize a lot of people - including a few, I'm guessing, who read this blog - live their entire life based upon this sensible & sustaining pattern of thought.
i'm like: write it down, and put it on post-it's everywhere, before I forget what i just realized. Massive shift potential though.
Last week I grabbed a Maple Y-fork and stuck it through the garden fence so we'd all stay clear that the maple essences had been co-created successfully. I stood there and thought how I might decorate it. How I might feel it's important to honor the red Maple as a guardian spirit of Place. Don't know what any of that means yet.
While I was out with the cat, I noticed there were a number of freshly opened gooseberry flowers. So after we came back inside I returned with a bowl, an heirloom garnet carbuncle that's spent a few decades gaining energetic intelligence. I don't know how else to put it. Also, as I was gathering the flowers, I was guided to include a few specific buds, as well as flowers that had been fertilized and one very tiny goosberry fruit.
This is an elixir I use externally or for land healing purposes. It's one of the original four Land Healing elixirs I made back in '05. At the time I felt like doing as much was stepping over a cliff into unknown territory but it's actually what helped me define my priorities. I wanted to learn how to listen deeply enough to hear secrets.
Not create a Name of some kind, let alone a buzz or a business.
and one of the first things I learned was that in order to listen deeply you have to be able to trust your inner narrator. Once you figure that out, it's likely you've reached a universal frequency that will allow you to trust other forms of more externalized narration. One of the other primary things that I learned is that plants communicate in a calibrated manner. The less you ask from them - by way of the common expectation that you're opening to them primarily so that you can in turn 'have' from them, whatever you've pre-deteremined you need/seek, the more they will reveal over time. Their time. and every plant has a different accelerated projection rate and range.
That's why it was so easy for me to change the play not once but twice this morning when I prepared and set out the elixir bowl. Firstly, the original recipe for this particular elixir had called for ruby matrix. which I know I had during the first chakra month. Then I remembered how I 'replaced' that gooseberry matrix essence last year with a very weaksauce version of itself, due to how few gooseberry flowers remained fresh that day. When I held the wet ruby matrix in my hand I received the message: next time use Foxy Grandpa's carbuncle.
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The upcoming Scorpio full moon has been asking for advance preparation on my part. This is a significant switch up from me asking my water-cousin's moon-in-waiting to be gentle with me. I tend to do that as a matter of course and have ever since I was 18 or 19. 'Mixed results' would be a diplomatic way of putting it. I generally feel like I'm trapped in a psycholgical and emotional cement mixer with thousands of boulders tumbling around intent on 'polishing' me in the emotional, subtextual, and depth-charged way of such things. And then other times, it's amazingly healing and feather-gentle. That's how it was last year, for instance.
now this year the Scorpionic medicine spirit is talking to me rather than keeping quiet while I figure it out on my own. Telling me to Prepare to Receive.
This switch feels appropriate in my life's arc as well as where we are in the chakra wheel: Scorpio moving right on in and murmuring hey baby. just get yourself ready, okay? I assume my mind will blown in some way that may or may not be translatable in language-based way. Part of getting ready for that in the physical sense is another part of what I generally experience during the Scorpio lunar fullness. Just as usual, I've had really debilitating head pain for the past few days. It's been intense enough to promote altered consciousness.
People who make a habit out of talking to themselves through their bodies know what I'm talking about. In my case, it's been vividly clear to me since my late teens that my mind and spirit turned out to be my high cards. But I try not to flash that around like physically healthy people like to do it.
We all get gifts, we all get burdens.
and then we either sack up or demand to see the manager.
that's my boiled down sixth chakra/scorpio full moon takeway.
it really never varies at that level
but the particulars are endlessly rearrange-able
and so they have been.
The fire pit area post burning is always a kind of new year because the old growing season's been burnt clear. J's in the background attending to some of his newest tiny white pine transplants. I've been going outside everyday (except the time it snowed) and slowly tottering around with the cat, and my eyes peeled for new signs of life. Sometimes I weed a little, and take a fair amount of pictures during camera days. I dream and envision and listen to all the invisible voices and dreams of the waking plant world.
I'll take the head pain involved
with that level of high frequency reception because I consider it a reasonable price.
Also there's stuff I can do to keep everything at a dull roar so I can maintain some semblance of regular activity on its slowest speed.
add to which:
after I heard the verdict and finally exhaled?
my head pain didn't vanish
but the level is now both livable
and simple to control when it's not.
now i'm going back to not listening to what people have to say
because I'm seeing now, and what I see hasn't yet found a dovetail with word tincturing. Not in myself or an ability to absorb that kind of conscious word use as it's offered from others. This happens a lot. Like the eight year period when I went analog and knew without doubt I wasn't 'missing' a thing. I think the part of my brain that felt it was vital I clock the mainstream level of what's on other people's minds is undergoing major revision. A lot of this head pain that's louise hay-worthy in nature, is all about how much I need to disconnect from what the shadow realms of keeping track of Everybody are up to. I've always considered it a point of honor that I don't disconnect from my species along lines of affinity, time management concerns, or discernible 'point'/purpose. Maybe it still is. But I'm ready to retire from the front lines there, as well as elsewhere.
This years Maple flowering season has been straight-up magical with its primarily sunny days full of warmth and freshly emergent human experience. All the new alchemists were able to achieve their first co-creative success by way of working with the flower medicine spirit of the first flower essence they came to know - through the dive program - Red Maple.
This a profound culmination of shifting awareness.
The sense of satisfaction I feel is deeply nourishing. As is my profound gratitude to the trees spirits who so obviously gave of themselves to these budding healers and light workers. I felt their energy rippling with invitation: come. we are ready to receive your reception.
and they meant me, too.
and so I went to the red maples here and there around the property, simply receiving.
Ladies Mantle is the alchemist's plant totem by long-established principles. I invited the new alchemists to approach the plants on the mornings they were here and drink from the leaves if they were so invited.
they were not. and neither was I.
but we all stood in wonderment
and gave ourselves some points for not going ahead and doing it anyway.
'that would have been so human', one of them texted me.
I considered it a moment
of professional achievement wreathed
in deeply happy sense of personal fulfillment.
I have this plant growing in two parts of the dooryards: the tiny strip gardens by the porch and a far more sizeable colony in the sidepocket gardens. They were the only thing the moles didn't destroy back when I was trying to create "nice" beds that looked like I knew that kind of knowing what I was doing (which I do ...) rather than maintaining a largely feral pollinator corridor, that rings my chimes about a thousand times more.
Another thing I really enjoy is successfully growing a plant from seed to flower - particularly when it's on my holy grail list. Today I am SO INCREDIBLY UP AND HAPPY because yesterday I spied flower buds of the one and only Cowslip I've gotten this far. An old friend has grown dozens of them and once created a simple but effective walkway border of just cowslips and japanese ferns. She's a double Libra. Seeds instinctively know what she wants from them, and take it from there. I'm good with just the buds on this single plant.
it's what my seeds know I want from them:
to shine in their own way and make a meaningful statement in my heart.
Yesterday I didn't care about my head's atrocious hammering neuro-circuitry
because of those buds.
mission accomplished, i say ...
all the plants in this post are neighbors to each other. The way this coral bell's emerging suggests there's a division of parts in her future. I refer to this quietly lovely companion as The Dowager. She reminds me of really old ladies in my earliest formative memories.
Tried for years to grow wild columbines from seed. Finally gave up and got three little plants from Select Seed. I planted them in a row for the hummingbirds to feed during a gap in the flowering cycle. One was summarily dug up by a squirrel intent to replace it with a cache of sunflower seeds. The other two are pictured above. There are also three seedlings growing in the cracks of the bricks. One really wet day in May, when my head stops hurting as much until thunderstorm season, I will transplant the babies in the same small bed with their mothers.
This lunar cycle's new moon in Aries has had me on a mission to complete a single hanging-on task that requires a degree of mindfulness a day. To that end, yesterday's endeavor involved repairing a pomegranate seed rattle I cured and began working with in my early 20's. have posted about it a fair amount over the years but don't remember if any of those words exist in this iteration of an SLI blog.
Above the repairwork is still wet. It has since dried and I've lightly sanded so the matte acrylic gel isn't bumpy enough to announce itself. Underneath the silk ribbon is a hole that developed when the skin of of the pomegranate cracked. I figured out what to do, and then waited until I was in the right head and other cosmological alignments had occurred.
at first I thought I might like to take other portions of the ribbon scrap and apply them randomly.
silk is such a magically conducive organic material.
am going to use something cellulose based though to be more in keeping with the rest of the rattle.
didn't mind using a little of the gel for the repair rather than decoration because it makes that piece of ribbon better supported from the inside of the hole, and little seeds shaking against the silk. Have shaken it a lot this morning.
it brings me into myself.
If you have a chance to make yourself something meaningful & sacred this month
especially between now and the week after the full moon
go for it.
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The new moon is always ruled by the same astrological sign that's ruling the sun at that time. In this case, the new moon/sun was ruled by the cardinal fire sign of Aries. And this New fire moon is the beginning of the astrological year. When it's possible to burn brush on that day, we do so. It activates a kind of elevated, hyper-reality vibe out in the field and I've come to the conclusion that's a perceptual skew aided and abetted by the fact that we both have an Aries ascendant. A lot of sympathetic magic seems to compound itself as a result. Elemental pieces come together in a flowing effortless way if we're outside doing this particular activity in sequence with the lunar cycle.
Normally it's raining, or sleeting, or snowing, or hailing on that particular day of the year. But this year we burned less than a day before the new Aries moon rose. And the special, hushed sense of pending release that many are able to experience on New Year's Eve, or Samhain, or the timeframe signifying the last few hours before they were born, each year on their birthday -- all of that same incredible energy was there in the field's atmosphere. I wandered around rattling, weeding, clearing away spent branches, and such. As I was moving I was also considering the Pam Gregory video I watched about this new moon cycle, and the idea of setting intentions/seeding our consciousness with the coming year in mind. I felt called to seek out a stone from the general landscape. Something to represent my amped-up commitment to the land and our gardening endeavors.
As regular readers are aware - I'm currently immersed in a really wonderful class with Deb Soule. It's been an astonishingly grounded and grounding experience which has also elevated my sense of virtually endless possibilities related to both soul and spirit nourishment, as well as caring more mindfully and in a deeper sense of shifting balance with the four primary elements as well as the year's lunar cycles. Am positive that raised and upgraded awareness is a large part of why this particular Aries moon felt as sacred and elevated as I've ever felt on that day since my mid-to-late 30's.
but there was a lot more BIG tree magic fueling my sense of vibrational upgrade:
The red maple tree flowers hit peak. Their brilliant, ruby red energy field was vibrating everywhere around the property, and that omnipresence felt like a wonderful enhancement of the Aries Sun & Moon energy. For five days the sky and landscape was flooded with sunlight and mild-temperatures while these wonderful hardy trees brought the first sustained burst of flowering life (including masses of pollen) to our locality. Oftentimes the maples bloom in cold and inhospitable weather. But this year the flowers where plump and fluffy.
Many people do not enjoy working with indigo, particularly if they skew towards certain forms of depression - especially seasonal affect disorder. If this is you, try adding a little red to the blue and work with deep purple instead. It's actually a much better color-ray choice if you want to get some depth-within-depth perception going.
stones you might like for this month: Tektite, sodalite, grape jelly amethyst, azurite. Hematite is also nice as a grounding and protective agent. Something about its mirror-like properties of protection are a really good fit for Mind.
what to expect: at some point this month you're going to be invited to know yourself in a new way. it might be something familiar and recurring that needs to be seen from a different calibration arc, or it might be something previously unsuspected.
How to stay grounded: eat high quality root vegetables a few times a week. Cook with Garlic and Ginger. Add a slice or two of burdock root to your spring broths and soups. practice alternate nostril breathing. it makes such a difference. Try it for the rest of this month and see if you don't agree.
Then I wandered all over for a couple of hours while J. burned brush and I got better acquainted with my projected roles in this year's various gardens.
What do you want YOUR wheel/house to be?
and follow through
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Two days in a row now I have had a text from Miles: Where's the Zinn post?
I've been waiting for an internalized sense of the jump-off point to the Sixth Chakra. Because for me, Zinn was primarily a visionary, although I clearly grasp he comes to it by way of Fifth Chakra notoriety.
here's the exercise: follow this link
Look at the banner picture. Then look at the three visible book titles over his left shoulder. Look back at his face. And then come back here or scroll down until you see the same picture, as well as the one to its right.
soften everything inside
and have a bit of a think
concerning au courant/Trendy booklist forms of paying attention
the real deal.
If you really want to get real
about being white
(rather than simply 'acknowledging')
I say it all the time
specifically because he paid attention
He spoke out - and waaaaay loudly -
during a time
when it was seriously risky
rather than de rigueur fashion
to do as much.
have a think on that too as well
as your reading and speaking habits
in relation to specifically what guides both.
Go to your nearest mirror
look at who you are
and answer this question:
where do you want to be as we leave this chakra and move on to really paying attention to that which is equally Within and Without You
Figure that out and stand tall in it
Be what you say. Listen through ears that are committed to making an ongoing choice
to hear or not hear
To speak or not
something's changed for you this month
because of this month
including the trial I refuse to watch
because I'm not letting my
heart break any farther
simply because my Other half
isn't willing to sit by
(not any more)
while my white half
does what all the other
"good" white people
good white people
are telling me
I "really should"
speaking this truthfully
with the sense that all my chakras
are pretty well in balance
is completely new territory.
I've done it as I intended
on my other blog
and now I'm getting around to what Miles really meant
by The Zinn Post
here and now.
please don't set it aside:
in our collective
as a mere
Let it set a good strong root
that sustains the rest of your life
as well as collective experience
Am trying to incorporate more daily trips to contemplate moving water. It's right on the other side of the back dooryard. Sometimes I tell myself that without actually crossing the short distance. It doesn't just feel like a with-holding form of energetic unkindness to myself, and a dereliction of co-creative duty, it also feels like an ongoing wasted opportunity to ever so easily move closer to living the life I've imagined since forever.
Ever since the sun moved into my ascendant sign of Aries I have been energized with a capital E especially at the mental level. This happens every year and I've noticed the flow and productivity rate of how it goes is directly relational to how closely I pay attention to what Aries means and reflect/notice afresh the details of how the energy tends to manifest in my awareness and embodiment of it.
Cardinal fire energy wants to MOVE. andiamo, baby. As in three weeks ago come ON what are you waiting for???
J also has an Aries ascendant. We embody what I just typed out with words in completely different ways, and within totally mix-and-match spheres of influence. And usually we are quiet on the outside, except with each other. A lot of times we reach for grounding and re-alignment by standing together on the bridge over the stream. Just being and breathing with the ever-moving water. Yesterday we noticed the Peregrine Falcon is back. Also of note: Select Seeds sent out a notice they'll begin shipping plants in three weeks but I doubt I'll see mine for a further three. They sold out. everything.
Above is last night's moon. I went out to see the rise and enjoyed bearing slow breathing witness to Luna peak above the White Pine that I have named The Cherished Daughter. The tree and I had a very meaningful encounter last week and then last night we had another. This time there was triangular energy because the moon rose in the same alignment.
Here are my springtime books. Am excited to dive in to the book on the left this evening.
Have decided to continue reading poetry first thing in the morning. Incarnating in this manner is something I used to practice in my early twenties. It's nice re-membering to grow old with it here in the Now. Tomorrow I'll start the volume above.