Hawthorn berries collected November 2, All Souls Day
The faeries knew I was desperate for them so let me have at it
They get my job is to create the world by wiping it clean
First, the stagnation, needing to express it
Then, dissolving, softening, turning the wheels
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Joshua the wall breaker, returning to the ground of being
Knowing who I am without quandary, 3rd chakra confidence
There’s a time to stop being clever and start being wise
Jacques said all the worlds a stage and Shakespeare knew
The scenery is mostly made up of distortions and strategies
Striking the set, what’s left is an empty circle
What some might consider wholeness, I guess
Yes, creating the world by wiping it clean, and moving to center
Scanning the perimeter, the edges, from my new position, observing
The Fool and The World, cards one and twenty-one, I am that I am.
Grief moving through… We often decide it’s ours but is it?
When things come up, asking is this something to nourish or destroy?
Washing the stagnation with Corn Silk tea and letting it dissolve
White Sage for clearing, cleansing
Elecampane moving the grief from the lungs
Pumpkin flower essence for softening, hardening and expressing
Taking apart the stage, prop by prop, flat by flat
Entering wholeness, standing in the center of the circle and not knowing
Cueing up Bob Marley’s Small Axe, reading Philip Whalen’s On Bear’s Head
When I’m not in mortal battle with life, I feel fine
When I’m on the gerbil wheel, I’m in pain
I was raised in fragmentation, duality on steroids
The truth was too painful, dissociation saved my life
Fear is the medicine of my healing, underneath is the path forward
When I see the distortions the path becomes illumined
When I choose to come back to truth I can keep it
Like learning to walk, then learning to walk and talk
Beginning to realize trust is an inside job
Prescription: Soothing, expressing, moving grief, cleansing
Inviting wholeness.
Don’t. Know.