Timbered Haven

Yesterday was a day spent  roaming the countryside with my beloved.  I was on a tree trip.  I am completely in love with trees, especially winter trees.  I am of the opinion that during the winter when trees are naked to all the world, divested of their finery you can see their very souls.  Hallowed acolytes of the solar divinity with their branches uplifted in praise and adulation, drinking in the love from above.  I see them rooted in place forfeiting their ability to move freely in order to devote all their time to giving praise and receiving celestial sacredness from the Divine; connected through the earths foundations to the very Tree of Life.

I certainly could not capture the essence of what I see when I dwell on their timbered greatness.  I feel their wondrous energies even in the winter time - mostly definitely in the winter time.  Their very different personalities all stretched to the heavens with one objective - to give their undivided attention and adoration to the Divine. My first tree captured below; I just love this tree, the setting and yes the energy here. Such beauty from the earth.  Standing tall and righteous in the middles of a very old cemetery in one of the small towns we drove through {a trip I must make next time - the dates in this cemetery dated back to the early 1800's}.  This day of re-connection and re-discovery was well deserved and much needed. Trees carry the knowledge of the world for me,  much like ancient priests telling us primeval secrets passed straight from the very foundations of the earth, the rocks {my other love}and showing us how to give praise and adoration to the Uncreated One above. 

Trees are sanctuaries.   

Whoever knows how to speak to them, 

whoever know how to listen to them, 

can learn the truth ~~Hermann Hesse

Birthing a New Life

Transformation has been on my horizon since October of 2011 - honestly its a constant in my life.  But transformation takes a large role for me right now - changes on all fronts.  Transformation the theme in everything I touch now - even  jewelry projects.

My poetry has become raw - feral - goddess becoming human becoming goddess.  Changes are coming - change I want and changes I don't, changes I know are for the best and changes that will break my heart.  Unavoidable transformation from inside me, unlooked for and expected changes.  Transformation  around me in the physical world and in the spiritual.  I am standing on the precipice - the storm of creation comes.  While we should all embrace change and transformation - for this is how we grow,  it has always been scary.  The giving up of one things to gain another. The pain of birth not knowing where we will arrive or who we will be after the transformation.  I have begun to look at change (hopefully) as the butterfly or the , dragonfly which I think is more appropriate.  The dragonfly spends the majority of its life as as nymph - and in water.  Then to chrysalis, change and emergence into a new life in a new element.

I definitely feel this is what death holds for us as the gateway from one life to another AND one element to another.  I see this cycle repeated here in our lives constantly - in small ways for sure especially if we are growing, testing our boundaries and not content to stay in stasis or the cocoon.  Does the butterfly or rosebud give up?  Never - unless harsh environmental conditions prevent their change.  They struggle to change - its painful to emerge transformed.  For I believe birth is bloody and painful, the butterfly struggles and must emerge from a small opening in order to pump fluids into the wings. If you help the butterfly emerge his wings will never enlarge and he will never fly and he dies.  Thus the pain of transformation fades in the glory of new life.

This too can happen to us homo sapiens.  Our environment can keep us in stasis - this balance of who we are and what we have, content to remain in the silky funerary wrappings. Content to keep the warm status quo of who we think we need to be or what our culture told us to strive for - once attained there is no further striving.  Our environment can also destroy us, remove us completely off earth's radar or demote us so quickly in stature, ego, emotion and physicality that we never grow, we never enlarge - withering and dying inside which leads to dying on the outside.  So here change happens but in the saddest and most negative way that is not productive,

But if we keep a firm eye on our spirituality, and are content to never be content with who or what we are, constantly striving to be a better being while here on earth - we grow, we change, we transform.  Transformation the very essence of Khepra - :He Who Is Coming into Being - I feel this  - this is my prescribed course now - was - always.  When the pain peaks I am almost complete for I am coming into being