I know some of us will have seen this already but I liked these thoughts on the sense of hope that spring can bring so wanted to share them here:
*Spring tells a story, about the being who visited the darkest depths. Opening themselves to the blackness, laying down in it, absorbing it, letting go & remembering.
Feeling the wild ancient whispers shape their dreams.
Letting mineral, mycelium, root & bone, the dark & mysterious matter nourish them.
And as the light returned to the land, this being returned, shining in golds & greens, pinks & blues.
Medicine in abundance held within their heart & body.
This story of recovery & growth is being whispered, played out & sung between the tree & plant beings, the four leggeds, the winged ones, the no leggeds & the many leggeds all over the land.
This can be a wonderful time to really know that as beings of nature, this story is known within you too, this ability to grow well, to come alive & to inhabit your medicine after the darkest night of the soul.
We are always being given shining examples of how to move through things by the natural world around us. We are always being shown an outward example of how we can move within ourselves.
The thing is, the natural world around is in touch, still intimate with the wild natural making of the world. Love. Love of self & love of the greater whole. The desire to bring balance & goodness.
So you could say, it’s relatively easy to glow, bring colour & medicine because the Nettle, Oak & Dandelion haven’t taken heed of the toxic stories that can come from a humans mouths about weeds, boring nature, nowhere land & the need to be tamed.
How sad it would be, if plants refused to flower, or flowers refused to smell or the trees didn’t bear fruit, nut or seed because they had been taught to be ashamed of their shape, energy, wildness or personality.
Any of these beings, without self love, or self care, would whither, & this would be a great shame to the world around, we would lose the medicine of so much.
Yet this feels so present in much of our modern human ways.
To have become so ashamed of who or what we are personally, that we are not letting ourselves flower, bloom, be magical, fully alive or golden.
So many are not bringing their unique medicine into their own lives or the greater whole; the tapestry of nature, of life.
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• Words by Brigit Anna McNeill •*
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