like fleece-lined leggings in cold
like fleece-lined leggings in cold
Fronds of green
Tickling the senses
Enjoying each dance in the wind
Not having a work day to begin
All is happening inside
Emitting winter scents to us
As a reminder of the time that’s come
Our own inward dance to occur in parallel of our work days
Fronds of green
Deep desire to explore the internal life
What happens when we don’t observe?
Life force energy
An ability to continue existence despite the harsh wind
An allowance to dance
I welcome the bleak month as it means I will likely journey inwards too
And allow myself to dance in the wind
Just like those fronds of green
I hear the beating of the drum and I begin to run through my backyard, directly to the White Pine trees I call friends. I slow down as soon as I reach them. I slide my hand over the needles on the left tree to say hello. As I walk towards the next one, I slip through a tunnel in the ground. I slide down into the Lower World as gracefully as a snowflake falls to your chin in winter.
I am not just a body. I am spirit. I am ethereal.
When I reach the ground, it is very dark. My gut is telling me to go further forward. I am running free and fast. I only see two things; a rich emerald green floor and an consuming black sky. All of a sudden, I feel an energetic pull violently stop me in my tracks. The dirt floor begins to shake and a large deep crevice appears right next to me. The path is now blocked by a large crack in the ground and I cannot move. My mind fixates on my feet. I am stuck, I am stationary. When I lift my head to survey the area around me, I notice that on the other side of the crack, there is another person. It is not until my eyes settle into focus that I realize the person is me.
My view is my reflection.
I am naked, stripped of the modern clothes and items I carried here. My feet begin to pulsate, I can feel vibrations radiating up my leg in waves.
Standing behind the reflection of me is the sun, large and powerful. But when I look behind me, I see a blanket of teal covering the governing black sky I saw before. It smears over the sky like a shooting star, now rippling with hues of navy and purple. The sky is glinting with stars and the light of a first quarter moon.
I stand with my reflection. We smile at one another and send each other waves of kindness, appreciation, and understanding. We turn to our respective celestials with arms wide-stretched. We take in the rays of light. Then we turn slowly in a spiral form to observe the world and take in the essence around us. We end facing one another again and begin a silent mediation.
As time passes, the scene behind me begins to brighten to day. The scene in front of me transitions to night. I wave hello to Orion and send a kiss to Betelgeuse and Rigel.
I feel grateful and aware.
I see a raccoon. I see Mother Earth standing tall in tones that shimmer silvery gray and green. Her face is old but filled with joy and pride as she towers before us. I bow down to her and hug the ground.
She is with us every day if I remain aware and ground myself.
As I embrace the soil, the transition occurs again. I lay there as the light shifts from day to night, over and over. Days are passing and I am embracing in appreciation.
The sun is in front of me now. So large, I cannot see sky in my view. The only thing I see is the warm and bright surface of the sun, filled with fire, glory, and fury. This is our governor – he helps us track the day. This is our protector – he helps keep us warm. This is our healer – he helps our world grow. I kneel before the sun in appreciation.
I feel rejoiced to live in harmony with the light.
With my head down in gratitude, I feel the day shift back to night. I lift my head high towards the night sky and begin to stand up with arms wide-stretched again. A beam of light reaches towards me and my reflection. We are beamed up past the sky and into a silvery divine sphere. We are now levitating within the Upper World.
I feel the spirit of our dear Mother Earth present. I feel the waves of vibrations again. This is her heartbeat.
Our heartbeat in sync.
DATE OF JOURNEY: 12 February 2019
DETAILS: Drumming / Bath /Body submerged in Well Water, White Pine needles and twigs, & Sea Salt
FROM MY NOTEBOOK: I begin running to the white pine in my backyard and once I get around them – slip! I tank down into the underworld with a graceful fall like the snow outside. I am running forward. It is dark and the only colors I see are emerald green and black. I am running, running, and then, I halt. A large crack appears and I am almost swallowed whole. Something, some form of energy, pulled me back. I see a reflection of myself on the other side. I am naked. I feel pulsation on my feet. The sun is large and overpowering on that side but I look behind me and it is the blanket of the sky at night filled with beautiful glinting stars. I stand with my reflection. Our arms wide stretched taking in the essence and spirit of the world as the day shifts to night in front of me and shifts to day behind me. In front of me now is the teal cover of the night; teal, navy purple hues and beautiful stars above. I see Orion and I wave hello. I feel appreciative. I see a raccoon. I see Mother Earth standing tall in silvery gray/green tones. A look of pure joy on her face. I hug the ground now as the transition occurs. Day/night/day/night, What feels like days go by. The sun is in front of me now. The almighty father, our protector, our healer. I feel appreciative and small. As it transitions back to night, I look up at the stars with a cold face. A beam of light reaches me and my reflection and we are beamed up past the sky and into a silvery ethereal sphere and in that moment I realize that this is our dear mother. The birth of us. The birth of all. We are her heart and she is ours. Our vibrations are heartbeats in sync. Spiritual Ecology is us.
If you’re interested in exploring Spiritual Ecology or our Earth relationship further, please follow Kailea Sonrisa @earthisohana on instagram. She started a Spiritual Ecology book club that people can participate in from afar. This meditative journey is a part of my participation in response to prompt #1. I highly recommend joining. Let’s read/heal/exist together!
I sit there in silence, anxiousness and anticipation swallows me whole. What will come of my journey to meet dear Mugwort? The drum starts beating and I breathe.
With every exhale, I lose anxiousness. With every inhale, I think of Mugwort.
I am transformed. I am young again and I am in my parent’s back yard. It is a beautiful sunny day. I am about to go onto the hammock. On my way, I see a gaping hole in the tree. I am called to climb in. Although it is dark, I am not scared. I begin to descend the ladder. Descension last a long time here. Step by step. It remains dark. Does she not want to meet me? I’m anxious again. I am climbing down the ladder rapidly now. I want out of here.
As soon as I begin to panic, it starts getting lighter. A cool, silvery, emerald green light shines into the tree trunk. I see the opening below me and the tops of the trees. The dense tree tops reflect a silvery light against their rich navy, teal, green, and purple leaves.
I finally make it to the bottom. Damp and cool soil is below foot. I begin to walk forward, and the colors begin to change. A shift from cool to warm. During this transition a rabbit and a deer rush past me on the left side. I am nervous again. Why are they running? What are they running from?
I continue on the path in strength.
The further I go, the brighter it gets. The light becomes blinding and I realize I am standing next to the sun. I could kiss it. I am surrounded by warmth and orange tones, but I begin to feel a strong wind spiral around me. I feel a transition.
I am not meeting Mugwort, I am becoming her.
I stand there grounded; unwavering, bold, and tall. I feel beautiful. I have no fears. I have no reason to worry.
I am strong. I am powerful. I am woman.
From afar, I hear the footsteps. I feel vibrations underneath me. I sense a bear is approaching me. The birds begin to chirp. I don’t waver.
I am reminded of my inner strength.
DATE OF JOURNEY: 29 October 2018
DETAILS: Drumming / Sitting Crossed-Legged / Palms Face-Up / Mugwort in Right Hand
FROM MY NOTEBOOK: I began to descend into the tree in my parent’s backyard. I climb in and start going down via ladder. It was dark and enriched with browns and blacks. Felt like I was on the descent for a long time. I begin to see an opening with tree cover – rich and bold cool colors., teal and purple and navy. I finally reach the ground. I start walking towards the light. As I am going down this path, a deer and a rabbit run past me. It opens up and it is bright. Like I could kiss the sun. Standing there tall. Strong. My hand starts to tingle (right hand filled with Mugwort). I can feel strong . . . tough footsteps. The vibration. I hear chirping. I quickly run back and ascend back into my parent’s yard. When I awoke and started writing, I could feel tingling on my head. Similar to reiju.
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
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