Taking An Act Of Power
Last night I watched a beautifully crafted art film called Brick Lane. There’s a line in the beginning of the movie that speaks volumes to me, “What cannot be changed must be born.” I’m on my way to find that sacred place inside of me, to feed the fire. A journey I’ve welcomed for as long as I can remember. Opening to new space for spirit to live is a good thing. Dreaming new realities into being for creating light that gives to the web of life, even better. I am a dreamer.
I learned from Lynn Andrews and the Sisterhood of the Shields that in order to create an act of power, you must first create within you, a place for spirit to live. More than twenty years have gone by since I first inhaled this message into me. Settling down with the voice of wisdom and arriving with peace is something I’ll count on the rest of my days. Spiritual initiation is a gift and freeing oneself from karmic attachment is the sacred fragrance of the rose. Without the dreaming life, I don’t know what the future would hold. I’ve always believed I’m part of a collective to hold vision for the endless possibility of what is. When sensing disharmony, perhaps I feel an obligation to help reweave reality by creating art, writing prose and manifesting intoxications of the divine to help uplift and change the frequencies of patterns that need to shift. Sometimes in life we feel different things as a purpose. What you’ll find here is some of what represents what I feel to be mine.
You should know that I write the way I talk, the way passionate spirit rises out of me, and whatever is coming out, I’m feeling guided to express. Much of the time it doesn’t feel like me at all. The website and blog is filled with stories and experiences the way they happened to me, and a great deal of the information is from my forthcoming book. I hope you enjoy. Plant Spirits are funny little things and there may be nothing ordinary about them, or on the other hand, if you’ve found your way here everything may seem completely familiar and all about the simple message of peace and love. If there’s one thing that speaks to you, that’s all I care about, and then I’ll feel like I’ve done my job and stayed true to my path. The website is visually rich with image and content, and feels like it’s taken many lifetimes to come out of me.
One thing I know for certain, when you choose the path different, be kind to yourself and know that you are loved and right where you are supposed to be.
Lingering in the air like a delicate and strong scent from the days of my Celtic ancestors, I feel the initiatory experience for all of this to begin. From my journal, I pull a bookmark made by my friend. It reads, “Whatever you are doing is the most beautiful thing.” Tonight the moon is new. I’m reflecting on my aromatic journey, and the gratitude I feel for the new seeds of change growing into being, as quickly as I write. Another friend quit her desk job and is heading out on the road to see where the universe takes her. Seems to be a theme I’m hearing over and over again, something that didn’t escape me either. The magical mystery tour is something that doesn’t end. Liberation, opportunity, the unexpected, the unknown, what next? What am I going to write in my script for today and what role do the people in my life play?
Like a butterfly, let’s go, let’s take flight. Touch the goodness of the earth and let your heart be the guide. These are the words I hear.
I sense the blooming in the cool night air like dreaming a very good dream. This year with the start of a new decade, the blooms on the flower-tops seem to be brighter than ever before. I’m laughing at myself, because I say the same thing every year, or should I say, Mother Nature is laughing at me! The brighter than before is coming from inside and the maiden energy of spring is reflecting it so. One of my earth-spirit teachers, a Mayan Daykeeper, once said to me, “Terre, do you know why the flowers come up in the spring, because they slow the earth. They give her a focus of the soul.” I’ve thought about that a lot throughout the years. Birth slows one into the creation experience of ecstatic joy even if pain is nipping at our heels. Nature is constantly asking for us to stop and to live in the present, to take in all the beauty we see. When the beauty of spring comes into being, like instant manifestation in the blink of an eye, the force can jolt one into pure bliss. In a matter of days when the earth warms and rises from winter dreamtime, the world changes as we knew it from before. Seasonal wisdom is simply amazing.