Thursday, November 30, 2023

Spell bottles for safe cocooning space in heart ache.....


 I was beautifully gifted some silk worm cases, and also small bottles. After half a day spent in an r n r, healing n mending, I knew exactly what they were for. I crafted these spell bottles, for when our butterfly wings are either shredded by life's winds, or are still unfurling and drying. I began with stinging nettle: for protection / nourishment, then lavender: for calm, rose petals: for loving kind spaces, added the cases and wings.  I made two and blessed them through sandalwood smoke with intention. Then I came to make mine, sure enough the cocoon held within it a dead silkworm, encased, mummified. So I cut through the top, acknowledging her passing, releasing  her, as I currently am certain phases in my life, ouch, but nevertheless true. Popped her in my bottle, from death comes rebirth, like the phoenix, but generally aspects must be honoured in their journey on......

 The passing of the relationship that led to a need to cocoon, from it's previous form, had been foretold by the medicine crossing of my path by a pretty clean, fruit bat skeleton, on a regularly ambled path. Death n rebirth, again. Curious.....not there one day, apparent the next. After rains, yet still, things that make you go hhmmm...hindsight eh? Cosmos n Spirit speak, messages which mayhap clarify only with times passing......

If you're in heartache in the now, geez know you aint alone in that hurt. Folk all over the continents n lands of planet Earth school 101 are traveling along side us. All of us hope for love in some form or other, through fear and doubt. May our hearts remain open to being vulnerable, and navigating through patterns to embracing and being embraced, in ways we grow into being more comfy with. Till then, safe n nourishing cocooning as called for through such pains......... 

Then, finally, I made up a bottle with added cronewort / mugwort (scuse I for such name calling Cronewort, but tis a recognized common name), to pop with my paint brushes and call magix n a touch o wisdom of the other realms into their use. Hopefully, in some form of service to bigger, or smaller, beings.....

Saturday, November 25, 2023

Gemini Full Moon growing in the sky......

I be in a liminal, transitional space it seems, betwixt endings and beginnings, rage and forgiveness, blame of and kindness to selves, heart. Know the feeling? 

It aint always pretty...sometimes hope sticks a head in the door to say heylo n have a cuppa.... speaks through wise one trees....immersion in water.... a garden sprouting n deepening roots.....or in a flurry of paint that begins in one space and finds it's way to anotha. Mostly in the face of my beloved familiar Nomad aka Mush....


 

May those embers within grow.......and so without....