It's a bright and sunny morning in these Wee Woods and I cannot help but smile and be glad. I can't help but hum a tune as I walk about in my nightshirt and barefooted through the dew covered grasses. I can't stop myself from reaching down and washing my hands and face in the cool morning dew. These morning rituals are some of my favorites. Perhaps I favour too many, perhaps many do not favour enough.
I sit down to my laptop to schedule today's posts and scattered clouds come to play peek-a-boo with the Sun. It's not as warm as you would expect the first day of June to be. It's cool and there's a slight breeze that brings goosebumps to our skin. It's refreshing and lovely. Soon enough everyone will be complaining about the heat, so I will fully enjoy this coolness in the air.
May was the month of Mothers they say and it is so very true but June is no different. It's as if they have set aside these two months for the Nurturers. In all the Old Ways, you see the eldest patron goddesses being revered. Juno, Danu, Mokosh, and so many others are praised for their mothering ways. Like the soils that are nurturing our newly planted crops, we as a story-telling species, have turned it into man's likeness so that we do not feel left out of the natural cycles because we do feel as if we've been left out of it. I guess that's what happens when we're forced to live an unnatural life in this natural world. We're forced to go against Nature and so we feel that we are foreign to it, alien to its ways and its nuances.
The truth is and always will be that we are no different nor are we separate from the animals, the trees, grasses, and soils. We are no different than the oceans and life that lives in it. We are no different that the Stars the Moon, the Sun and Sky. But we've been fed so many tales that we are above it all or more mundane that that which we live and breathe beside and with. How sad for us all, to feel foreign on the lands that love us, nurture us, guide us and love us into life. How very empty we have become with alarm clocks buzzing well before we should rise, to chase money and material rather than to allow for growth, love and time.
Does any of this spark something in you? Some sort of reality of what we should be living but are not? Do you see the truth behind the lies of the programmed way we've been forced to adapt to?
So, Mother June comes calling to us. Reminding us of our ways but not all hear her. Not all understand what her message is. That of nurturing and loving our growth. Of honing our artistry and diving into the world of art and creation.
And that is not all!
The father figures are represented here as well because what is a mother without a father?! Impossible is what she would be. For there was and never will be a sense of who came first! There is no chicken or egg! They came together! Mother and Father bonded as one to create! This has been and will always be! The divine connection of god to goddess. The divine dance they do for creation! And so in June, we celebrate the fathers and the men! They who protect and devote themselves to their goddesses.
They who protect their children and homesteads. They who are wise and who hold deep rooted and meaningful integrity that loves, guides and holds strong. They who deserve all of the praise, love, and gratitude that mother goddesses do but who have been given so little. So many forget or have been stripped of their roles, just as so many mothers have as they work too hard to live in the false reality of a life we should never have been forced to live. Where we now do not feel it to be a forced way. Where we actually believe that it is natural. Where our true roles are not enough and so we are forced to be something else that is less. Slaves to something that is unnatural instead of a part of a that which has given us life and breath. Unable to reach our fullest potential for we have been stunted into being smaller than the vast magnificence we are meant for.
Stand upright again and remember who you are in the divine majesty of this month of June!!!
It may sound a little crazed to some but this is what we are going back towards yet it is no regression. So many see what's old and wish to make it new again. So many hear the call towards grace and light and natural ways. Easier said than done for many, I understand. So difficult to be that which you are meant to be in a world that would cast you out for being 'real'. I know too well and still, I have no choice but to be exactly who I am. I have no choice but to follow my hearts beating call to go back to my roots. To go back into the embrace of the divinity we've been gifted and can realize. That life is so much more than work, taxes, and death. That we cannot be the only creatures born upon this beautiful, round-bellied Mother that have to slave and pay for that which we do not even need.
But I do not speak for all, I speak for myself. I speak for the forces that call out through me so strongly to be exactly what and who I am. A daughter of this Earth and the Sun, a granddaughter of the Moon and the Sky and a child of Creation, remembering in every single moment that I was put here for so much more than the mundane.
You who indulge my flights of passion and fancy are a gift. Who see my words and feel them deeply, are those who see past the crazed insanity that they call a life. You see, hear, feel taste and know, somewhere deep, somewhere ancient, and somewhere lost in the rest who drone on. You know, June calls to us. April stirred in our bones a sense of awakening. May nudged and nursed us forward. Our cosmic macrocosmic parents call to us in this microcosm of our silly human-like broken and watered-down version of a life we were not meant to live. 'Be who you truly are'. they cry! 'Be who you truly are!'
I can tell you, with tears in my eyes that I mean this writing with every beating of my heart, every pulsing of every vein in my body. We are meant for more.
Take my words and do what you will. I mean no harm. Just a voice in the void of it all. Crying out to be heard, speaking out to those who would listen and wake up to the truth in their blood memory, in their heart and mind connect. June calls to you. Wake up and walk upright again.
Author: Cari-Lee Miller
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