The Elementary Years:: When I was a girl I would walk across Oman Hill to Oman School; noticing every prairie cactus, sage, sweet grass and wild flower.
There is something terrifying about stillness. I sit in a women’s spirit circle (many moons ago–at First United Church), and we are guided in meditation, we are guided in stillness, we are invited to “go within and listen to our hearts”.
As a child, I remember my dad pointing up to the dark night sky. “See that, it’s Orion’s Belt. And just over there is The Big Dipper”.
“Here comes the sun little darling… and it’s all right.” The sun has arrived my friends and our over-saturated rain soaked bodies and saturated lands can now have some breathing space.
It is the end of June and my body and mind feel like it is still in February. What a wild crazy fast and furious ride this past six months has been.
Prelude: The weekend was a full multi-tasking weekend. From midnight zumba dancing and road trips to late night visioning, planning and business dreaming. I finished the weekend full, spinning and tired.
In my backyard is a giant maple tree. Its trunk is wide and knotted. Deep crevices and storylines run through its ancient bark.
Wake up. Stand up. Rise up. Persephone’s abduction to the underworld:
Let’s talk about the power of creation. Let’s talk about babies. Let’s talk about giving birth.
This past week, I had interesting experiences and encounters that invited me to think about spring; the great season that was finally here, and how I desired to receive it and move through it.