And Then September Crept In…

And Then September Crept In…

August flew by at an alarming rate. And it was an uncharacteristically cool August the first couple of weeks, which usually never happens. The Earth’s cycles seem to be changing. It’s a secretive and subtle change, but I can feel it. Even in the Florida heat, I can feel it.

The first two weeks brought the rain storms. I’m hoping the remaining hurricane season is lazy. But the whole month of August was a quick one, albeit with low pressure systems lazing about in the tropics; not the kind of lazy I wanted.

Hurricane Hermine hit as a Cat 1 early last Friday morning. Even though it was a lazy hurricane by Andrew’s, Katrina’s, and Ivan’s standards, it still left a hell of a mess. We were without power for four days; some parts–especially where the eye came ashore–were completely washed out. Lovely St. Petersburg had a hell of a storm surge. Some places up to seven feet.

But as us Floridians know intimately, cleanup commences and life goes on. Only two more months of hurricane season then we can let out our breaths.

But August was a memorable month…

My little fireling started kindergarten this year, and before the start of school we were crafting and playing and creating. Those first two weeks of August gave us comfort and the underlying feeling of change over the horizon. My little girl would be starting a new journey, as would I. The time we’d had those first two weeks of August felt almost like it was in-between, holding still, and hanging in the breeze we were so much enjoying. I could smell opportunity in the wind.

We celebrated our Ancestors during Lughnasadh as we made bread and fruit salads. We crafted wands, lanterns, faery houses, and we planted new garden babies.

I spent some time with my mother and discovered an unlikely friend in gardening right down the road. I was welcomed into his garden and was gifted with a beautiful bounty. Lemongrass, mints, three varieties of spinach, baby papaya trees, and patchouli for Spirit journeys through Earth. I’ll be visiting him again soon, with ideas of writing a bio on him and a story about his garden and apiary.

And here we are into September already, recuperating after Hermine, falling into the rhythm of Florida fall. Last night’s moon is a reminder that all things turn and change, ebb and flow, constrict and contract.

As for now, I have much to keep me busy. I’ve got a few students whom I’ve been tutoring, a couple of writing contracts, and too many plants that require daily conversations and TLC.

The light half of the year is so close to the end of its cycle, the Autumnal Equinox is right around the corner, and the Celtic new year to follow. So count your blessings, make room for more, and welcome joy into your home. 🙂

Lughnasadh Blessings

Lughnasadh Blessings

Florida fall is officially here…for me, anyway. It’s an uncharacteristically cool August, bringing fall breezes that offer relief from the heat of the sun. The cycle is ever turning, ever calling us to stand still and absorb all that is going on.

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Lughnasadh had us baking bread and mixing fruit salads, harvesting mint and lemonbalm and thyme, and making sun tea. We played and crafted seashell windchimes, homemade paints and chalks, and faery dwellings in the gardens. It’s truly been a beautiful, albeit quickly passing, summer. My little one starts kindergarten in a week; we’re excited and bittersweet about this next journey in our lives. But she’ll do great.

 

 

I wandered St. Pete over the weekend and stumbled upon an unlikely plant nursery; I’ve found a friend and fellow naturalist who makes his food from what he harvests from his garden. A beekeeper and yogi, he’s become my go-to for honey, herbs, and fruiting plants. I’ve brought back honey and spinach, lemongrass and mints. I’ve even brought home a lovely little patchouli plant just for Spirit workings. When I visit again in September, I’ll be asking some more questions with hopes of writing a piece about him and his garden and apiary.

 

But with the cyclic changes and the ever-nearing dark half of the year, I’ve been standing as if I’m on the brink of change. A very specific and benevolent change. The wind brings smells of the promise of autumn, and I can’t help but be eager to see what this next season will bring.

As always, keep dreaming, keep creating, and always welcome life’s blessings. 🙂

St. John’s River

St. John’s River

There’s just something about Florida rivers. The lazy meandering of hidden currents, the tranquil relief the waters offer at the end of an extraordinarily hot day.

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The spirits of the rivers of Florida aren’t ordinarily sought out, but they’re no less potent than Ocean, Great Lake, or Sea; the soft drifting melody of the river’s voice is enough to cleanse and renew just as a wild tempest sea roaring ashore in crashing waves.

This I came to love about Florida’s rivers: that calm surface hiding worlds of knowledge just beneath, a surface smooth as glass, reflecting the earth and sky above it.

Response to the Daily Post Daily Prompt–Glass

 

Beauty and Self Care for Mid-Summer Celebrations

Beauty and Self Care for Mid-Summer Celebrations

Midsummer is near!

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The summer season is a time of the year when things are in full swing.  The Earth is in full bloom and we celebrate the richness of abundance and fertility surrounding us.  Food and sunlight are in plenty and many of us spend the most time outdoors in clothing that reveals more of us than any other time of the year.  I enjoy the energy of this time. I always feel are particular rush of happiness and excitement as we edge closer to the Summer Solstice or Litha.  Tradition tells us the Goddess is fully pregnant and her round belly blesses us with the promise of more abundance to come.  We celebrate the sun and the warmth it provides, allowing for an ease of the life and green growth that the Winters cannot understand.  It is with these thoughts that I find it easiest to be indulgent with myself and…

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The Juxtaposition of a Warrior’s Way

The Juxtaposition of a Warrior’s Way

I am a Warrior.

That much I know for sure.

I have not lived this life without conflict, resistance, or chaos. I have lived with peace, joy, love, and harmony. Yes. But the darker shades of being are always present. Always sliding in rippling music underneath my skin.

My blood carries songs of days long past, and I welcome openly all the senses these musings gift to me. Even those of nightmares.

Fear is a gateway to transcendence. It makes us aware of the unwants along our strands of the Web. Fear calls our instincts to action.

Do we fight or run the other way?

I prefer to fight. This can take many forms: fighting through the negative fears and doubts to get to the positivity; fighting through a personal dilemma to come to a solution; fighting through a tragedy to heal emotional (and sometimes physical) wounds. There are countless ways in which we fight every day. Sometimes we run away from it all.

But the key to fear is that we should not fight against it (usually the thought of fighting against something bigger than ourselves is what causes us to run from our problems), but rather fight through it. Fighting through rather than against is what helps us become more of ourselves. Fighting through that which we fear rather than against it is opening up to the possibilities of strength and growth. Fighting against something is futile.

Change is ever constant, we can always count on it, and change offers ways to evolve and become stronger, better versions of ourselves. Fighting against change is pointless; fighting through that change and attendant fear is where we give ourselves the opportunity to come out the other side…changed.

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Fear awakens our senses, our darker reptilian instincts that, in my spirituality, should be conquered. Fought through. Our base selves will call out to us: fight or run; and we must call on our higher selves to fight. To wage a war through the resistance that we don’t want. Fight to find the solutions, fight to overcome the fear of change, to fight through emotional doubts and challenges so we can become stronger and more ingrained in who we are, what morals we hold, and how we handle ourselves in future circumstances.

Never fight against change or challenge, but fight through it, and the obstacles will fall away.

 

 

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