It's the morning that sits at the threshold of the New Year.
I've said often that this time does not feel like new life to me but here I have been, taking stock and counting proverbial coins. So many chances to start anew in our offered cycles. 4 quarters to reflect and reassess with eighths to process within and well.
The death and rebirth of the Sun as a frozen Mother weeps lonely for her love, forever waiting for the green to appear once more as the Sun grows and strengthens with protective love, force and poise.
It's negative 16°C this morning and my feet were not so interested in touching the snow today but there was a Burdock bush calling to me and I had to understand why. It's been three days I've stared off at it and finally today I took my time with it so that I could better understand my draw to it or perhaps it's draw and beckoning out to me.
Burdock is associated with feminine energies, Venus and the element of water. Venus is associated with love, passion, beauty, grace, charm, aesthetics and also our personal tastes, pleasures, artistic inclinations and those things that bring us joy and pleasure. Water is used as both a symbolic and a literal entity as well as a tool for purification and to contain and transfer energy.
Burdock is used in rituals, amulets and spells to ward off negativity and for general protection. It can be used in potions, baths, incense and amulets. Also used for general healing. The root can be carved into a figure, dried and carried or worn as a protective amulet.
Burdock is for healing and protection and it sits on the right side of our front porch as well as throughout our Wee Woods. On the left side of our porch I'd planted yarrow borrowed from alongside the Canal at the end of 2nd Harvest in 2016. Yarrow is for courage, love, psychic powers, exorcism. Suddenly certain events and incidents are clarified for me as I see that I am truly always supported on my journey and that I instinctively know and prepare without truly knowing anything at all. Perfect love and perfect trust.
What do I take away from this understanding and what do I give back to it all? What do you see and borrow for your own journey? How is it that we can relate?
These things do not need to be answered aloud. They can be but there's no need. You see, you know, you feel it in kind.
The Spirit of all things beckons us to fellowship and understanding. From the mourning doves that watch over us, the cardinals that love one another so and share their seeds, beak to beak. To the robin who entered our home to talk and the dragonflies that won't leave our sides, that guide us and show us direction on our walk in this life. From the Plantago that grows in every space my footsteps touch and the lemon balm that blesses each turn. Each roaring dandelion mane that pops up to greet the Sun and every seed spread out far and wide. There is great purpose for it all both for the individual and the whole.
Can you see?
I have found my medicine. I have transformed it and Self, alchemically, spiritually, mundanely and more. To the tune of my own creation and Creation's song for me. The Moon sings her song and I join her, the Sun kisses my forehead each morning through open skies or grey. He always shows up. He never ever fails.
The Burdock root protects me at my core by way of mythos, magic and more. This life is mythos, magic and more.
Do you dare go there to the place where the light bends and never breaks? To the space where everything is alive and communicating for All?
I grow weary of anything that doesn't breathe life and truth into their creations. I grow impatient of things forced to live that need to be put to rest, need to go back to their roots to rebirth. Forced life is no life at all. There are reasons for each passing seasonal shift and they are so much more than inconveniences we complain about as fickle creatures unhappy with self and so Nature takes the blows.
I lay to rest my weariness to birth new energy in the Spring. I bury my impatience to nurture my forbearance, heart and humility for the rebirthing cycle that awaits me.
My greatest joys are found in nurturing life and not forcing a single thing. Not rushing my wishes or results. Taking my time and being real about it all. Even the ugliest of moments are beautiful to mine eye.
The prickly Burdock catches my wool sweater. I pick it off and as I do it breaks as easily as a paper bird revealing seeds of the future, of whatever comes next.
I hold these precious gifts in my hands and give thanks for it all from the seed to the stalk.
It's long past due that we reconnected to our truth in this world. We are not disconnected or separate from anything. We are everything and everything is in us.
Blessings to you and yours on this New Year's Eve. The only thing that will change is everything. The only one to change is you for you and me for me.
One foot in front of the other. Deep breaths in and out. Full of fire and grounded by our fortified roots. Washed with rain and ready for each blessing and hardship to come.
It's all a gift.
Unwrap it slowly, thoughtfully and with the deepest gratitude you can muster.
It's worth it.
Author: Cari-Lee Miller
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I am a seed burst forth from its shell. I have mingled and fought in the dirt. I am ready to kiss the Sun. *CLM
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