Bucket by bucket I pour my love, I tend to the weeds if your soul and await your growth. Like fertile soil you process this journey from amidst the darkness to greet the dawn. Together tending to the garden in need we emerge, reaping gifts we have grown. We forget how important the process is to be beneath, brewing these soon to be abundant gifts. So sow your seeds, let your inner water fall to feed the dry soil and give thanks to this garden you’ve received.
Yesterday, a whole quarter of the moon came to light. To think on the morning of the new moon I walked and drummed my prayers into the earth with my sisters. Each foot print planting my new seeds for this lunar cycle, this seasons cycle, this life cycle. Watching my seeds come to fruition and blooming sweet fertile blossoms, I have some tending to do. Everything that has been in the way of these micro growing seeds, this prayer engrained in Mother Earth has birthed, has pushed me to change, to connect, to compost what’s no longer needed. Weeds will grow and the garden needs tending, inner and outer mending so these seeds I once sowed will connect me to the direction I must go!
First quarter moon energy: growth, maiden, spring, fertility, connection… Has your new moon intention, or this new cycles prayer come out to take hold and enliven itself? Are there some weeds in the way that may need “thinning”?
After this new moon, I have felt raw and open sometimes a bit to much. Maybe this feeling comes because I had been living up at the Quail Springs community for two weeks learning about Permaculture and the stories from my elders.
6:15 the bells ding and sing, shortly after the roosters call… I wipe my crusty eyelashes and frosty boogers from my face and begin on my way. Just like the cycle of the medicine wheel, I started this unknown quest with a spark of inspiration and curiosity not knowing what the outcome might be. I awoke with the rich, winter sun and started my days meandering through the trickling spring towards the classroom yurt where we spent most our time. “Go and sing to the mountains…Go and sing to the moon..” swooned my ears as I walked towards the kitchen in the canyon and arrived to the chatter of the early birds signing to Elephant Revival and cooking away in the community yurt. It wasn’t until then I really understood the meaning to simplicity and being grateful for the natural world around me, my ancestors.
As the medicine wheel continues to spin, so does my cycle within and I began to play and creatively act on my inspirations for community and co creating with the natural world. This part within led me here to Quail Springs, a community in the heart of Quayama Valley, to learn the ways and roots of Permaculture. I am a seed here, beginning to absorb all at my finger tips. From Natural building to studying the patterns in nature it all starts from the curiosity within. I have never loved waking up so early to milk the mama goats!
There is a big part of this cycle that is miss-linked and broken, that is the connection with our ancestors. It is my honoring to connect back with the roots of the earth and help to connect the missed links thru simple steps. So simple as stories! Stories of the earth, for the earth and sharing these historical messages to the modern day messengers! It all starts from caring for the people and caring for the earth.
Feeling grateful and filled with so much inspiration is the purist love I can ask for. I feel as if I am a seed ball coated with so much fertile soil and information, ready to implement them in a land greater than myself! As I started my cycle as a seed, absorbing so many life downloads I grew and gained so many layers to begin rolling into my journey of sharing sacred stories!