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Sunday, May 1, 2022

The Lusty Month of #NoMowMay

 

The lusty month of #NoMowMay welcomes you. 

Historically, the holy days of May Day/Beltaine have been highly social for me. They involved group camping, lots of hugs, food and beverage sharing, drumming, dancing, fire, joy, passion, and - for some - ceremony 'n' stories of meaning 'n' value. While I've not engaged that verve for a while now, I miss facets of those days, and at this time/in this season I am mightily grateful for my solitary nature as COVID cases are on the rise again, not "just" in far-off places, or even within my own region 'r state, but right in my own little town. And yet I see folx "returning to normal" (an opportunity lost), gathering in sizable groups in spaces open 'n' oh-so-foolishly closed, so many unmasked, unprotected 'n' unprotecting, with the concept of distancing clearly an abandoned practice for many. I see so much selfishness. I see too little communal guardianship. I see memories that shall - for now - stay rooted as memories of Medicine. Past, present and future. 

That said, I am grateful for my little patch earthly paradise, where - during the holy days of May Day - I shall gladly commune with the compassionate and intelligent beings of Nature. I shall hug the trees, embrace all my rooted kin, share nourishment 'n' sustenance with them, with the mundane (of the earth), as well as with the elemental beings that choose to join us. I shall drum, dance, express joy, and engage ceremony 'n' stories of meaning 'n' value with Nona Gaia, all her kin, with the chickens and my spouse. And I will count my blessings, with care, and cast them to the directions to go where they are most needed. And as the these days twixt spring 'n' summer return to earthly days (also holy), I will focus on tangible ways that I might share my blessings in and with my community as the moon waxes and the wheel of the year continues its sacred pirouette. 

I pray that you might join me. Not for yourself, but for others. And - while I have your attention - join so many around the globe in #NoMowMay. And if you feel you must mow, consider a mechanical mower, and/or a scythe - we use both. Consider the earth and all her kin. This month and forever onward. Not for you. For our holistic 'n' collective future. For our beloved Nona Gaia. In the name of all that is sacred 'n' holy, may we kick the fossil fuel addiction. ::nods::

Peace. 🕊


Friday, April 1, 2022

Buon pesce d’aprile!

 

Or, if you prefer, happy April fools' day. 

That, and a new moon too.

This April arrives with me emptying, 'n' releasing, as is my new moon habit. This pursuit allows me examine - every month - "things" that don't nourish 'n' sustain the world (and me) in any way, and offers me an opportunity to offer thanks and release them to go where they are needed, wanted, 'n' worthy. These "things" include activities, behaviors, relationships of every kind. Now, as the moon waxes again, I shift my focus to filling my vessel with "things" that do nourish 'n' sustain the world (and me). That this new moon makes manifest with Pesce d'aprile (April fools' day) offers me a potentially playful perspective to consider as I fill my waxing lunar vessel. 

We live in odd times, though the foolish ancients and their consorts of folly remind me that all times are odd times. That said, I feel challenged to lighten up, to embrace some folly, familiar 'n' foreign. It's a challenge to be light in heavy times. And it can be Medicine. And I feel drawn to it, and shall do my best to heed the tug of the mystery that guides me... nourishes 'n' sustains me.

I hope you will too. Consider this your invitation. 

Peace. 🕊


Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Layers 'n' Patterns

Imbolc blessings to you, and welcome to the midpoint twixt winter 'n' spring, the space tucked between winter solstice 'n' the vernal equinox.

It's February, and I'm emerging - gently and in earnest - from my deep winter... hmm... experience, for lack of better phrasing. 

It has been a time of suspension where I severed myself from obvious routines, and in doing so gained awareness of hidden patterns; subtle, nuanced 'n' layered routines that have now become a focus of my workwork that will undoubtedly continue as the wheel of the year turns, and as I restore refreshed routines that nourish, introduce new ones that sustain and add value beyond the self, and as I cast off routine that does not. And it is certain that new patterns will emerge as I nurture the work.

It's been a time that has offered glimpses into undisguised and nuanced layers of living which I deem discretionary 'n' non-discretionary in my life... and in the greater world that we all share.

It has been a time that has offered me selection; a mighty privilege, methinks, in these days in which we live. And my sense is that the options 'n' choices carry weight 'n' meaning... to my life and the life we all share. 

It's been an unlikely suspension, rich in dynamic quiet 'n' stillness, and now, with the arrival of the final full month of winter, I welcome February and embrace the season of intentional 'n' holistic seeding and tending.

That said, I've leveraged this time of suspension to rest, recall and be, as well as to explore, play, create, and so have a number of things made for upcoming monthly holistic Medicine bundles, as well as a chronicle of things I wish to create for us when the season/time is ripe. For now I won't be scheduling any unrequested classes, yet will continue to work with active students-n-clients and make their requests open to all when and if fitting. Also, I'm not sure, but spontaneous video sharings may make manifest as the wheel of the year progresses. Stay tuned. Keep watch. Be safe. Act with compassion. And make some time 'n' space for a peek into your own layers 'n' patterns. ::nods::

Peace. 🕊