Winter Solstice 2018

Winter Solstice 2018

December 19, yesterday watched the birth of dawn, observed the death/rebirth symbolism found in nature, wondered why and how our Ancestors embraced such simplicity as sacred. It cannot be that far off from my own sensitivity to such mundane events that most take for granted. It’s only a day away from Winter Solstice, or Jöl, as my Ancestors would call it. The time of in-betweens, tell tale signs of sleeping earth. The sun makes his way to his lowest point in the northern hemisphere, begging for clarity. Our minds cannot comprehend such cosmic rays, the vastness of our place in this vision of universe. But we try.

We try to measure and analyze and quantify all that surrounds us, even the stuff that so clearly cannot be quantified or analyzed or measured. It all gets us closer to technological evolution, physical growth and expenditure, but further away from the simplicity of Spirit. And that’s what this season is supposed to be for, to me. It’s a day for rememberance, inward reflection, speculation on our Soul’s journey in our human experiences. It’s for intuitive processing, connecting with the Source that creates all things, destroys all things. It is for prayer and spell, the closeness of family-as we’re all connected.

This is not about dogma or doctrine, it’s about tradition and timelessness. The progression of nature’s turn from Dark to Light, contraction and expansion. I celebrate to share with those I love. I celebrate my Love for the earth. Forget monetary value, as there can be no price for preciousness. Forget material goods, electronic devices, technological needs.

Strip it all away, lay yourselves bare, and revel in the glory and agony of it all…of all it means to be human and alive to witness the sun rise with the turning of the year. Contemplate the clouds and rejoice with the songbirds.

Remember who you are and those you hold dear. Remember the sunset. Remember your origins, and be fulfilled: for it’s the Winter Solstice, the ending point of previous dreams’ gestation, and the birth of a new year.

✨Happy Solstice, all💙

Just another December day in FL

Just another December day in FL

So much for hoping for a chilly winter. We’ve had some days here and there, but here in Florida we usually don’t see our coldest temperatures until January and February. And even then…

It’s not always that I hope for a cold Florida winter; lately though I’ve been craving seasons. I want more of those fall colors, more of the chill misty mornings that northerners know so well. I crave damp cool air where my breath leaves my body in little white puffs.

But hey it’s Florida and I should at least be thankful that I don’t have to deal with snow.

So what does a Florida girl do when it’s warm out merely 2 days after Christmas?

Garden work!

I went out and bought myself some new herbs and flowers, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t use the lovely warm weather to clean up and reconstruct what used to be my herb spiral.

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It is a medicine wheel now. 🙂 I cleaned and prepped the bed and soil about a week beforehand, and my new little herb corner should do lovely!

That’s how Florida natives roll. We’re either decorating palm trees for Christmas or working in our gardens in December!

 

Happy Holidays!

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. 🙂

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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