Laying there, covered in pine branches, I am struggling to settle down. After minutes of stirring inside myself, I feel my body yearn for this connection. Suddenly, I sense myself flying up into a gray, cloudy sky. It is the dead bleak of winter; the fields are empty and frosted, and I can feel the wind whip across my face. I am on a dormant farm. There is a wood fence and a white horse with muddled/organic black spots.
I am sustained in the silence – I am existing in the bleak.
I am suddenly indoors, warmed by the lit hearth of a small cottage. The atmosphere of the fire felt like the familiarity of home. The comfort sets my soul afire and I am now following an eagle soaring through the sky. He sits atop the White Pine, perched and looking out.
He is settled and so am I.
I settle into myself and I am now feeling the warmth of the cottage again. I see my hands and a flour covered table top. Dough has been made and is set aside. This dough will feed my family.
It is healing and we will be whole.
I feel White Pine connect with my left arm, the subtle comfort of a hug.
I am encouraged to share the worth and medicinal/healing properties of White Pine with people who may overlook this tree & take it for granted.
This is life sustaining.
DATE OF JOURNEY: 17 December 2018
DETAILS: Drumming / Laying Down / Covered in White Pine Branches
FROM MY NOTEBOOK: This wasn’t the most easy journey and it went back and forth between 2 difference scenarios. One scenario was a cold and bleak winter scene outdoors. I saw a fence and a horse. It cut to a hearth/cottage, warm and a fire lit. Felt comfortable. Cut back outdoors to an eagle soaring high then perched on top looking out. Back indoors I saw a table with flour and dough on it. Felt like I was healing my family. Life sustaining. Twitch on my left arm. Felt like she told me to honor her by sharing her worth with unsuspecting people.
– hot/cold – healing – food/flour/bread – hearth – horse – eagle – peace/blissful
We dropped her off
in the ocean dusk.
All that remained
was sand and dust.
Snow covered tree roots and broken branches
Veins of the earth; Connections to one another
wall of december
candle lit with rusty hues
stood honoring yule