This evening at the beach was made of:: not wanting to come home,
surreal October warmth,
like heat at the beach in Oregon at night swooning;
the roar of the ocean under this amazing sunset, the days ending against that ever unending tidal kiss, the gulp, the lapping and crashing of water meeting shore;
of the wildest of all things, the ocean. The nebula we emerged from.
The other night, I noticed for the first time the winter constellations; the sky anchors of the cold months, Pleiades and Orion. It's quiet out there at night now, the time between frog song and geese chorus, when we start to hear the owls again.
My body and heart blaze with summer still stuck inside. For some reason it feels harder than usual to lay it down for autumn.
The weather seems to agree.
#underthissky
#uponthisearth
#growingwild
Autumn work that makes me feel so honored and humbled for some reason. Hypericum seeds and echinacea babies.
These relationships are some of the most honing, pure, honest relationships I engage in. It brings that same kind of work into my human relationships, but it's a LOT messier and easier to not stay in this standard of reverence when it comes to engaging with other humans. And a part of me honors that messy, the hurt and ecstasy, the ups and downs, but I am still thankful for this example, and since I was young, selfishly, for the respite.
#theautumnearthofferstoholdus
#daughterofgaia
Scenes from last night's last of the season Saturday night harvest, for today's last of the season Sunday market. It was so beautiful out. I felt the pangs of pre-emptive missing, the sun, the nights out in it, market family. Even when so many Summer nights I felt exhausted by it all.
Tonight, home, it was a rainy last day. It's colder and graying.
This life is so many things, terrible and wonderful, am I the only one completely confused?
#darkmooning
#toowildformyowngood
#wishingiknewmorethanido
Finally got this baby labelled. It's only for gifting, and it was made with heart hurt and daily bequests and at another of the many moments of collective pain from these DAYS.
For healing...but, what does that mean at this point?
It's questionable. As it should be, in these dying +birthing times.
After I chose to end a pregnancy, it finally hit in the deep clarity of that moment, that the door of birth and the door of death are the same. And, the divine feminine, she is that gatekeeper. I am that gatekeeper. We all are. Be steady, be strong, be present and keep the gate, your heart, and eyes, mind, beingness, open. We die to be born again.
I don't have enough of this for all, but I place drops of it onto the ground, our home, to spread and spread, through the mycelium, to you.
#medicinefromgaia
#theearthmysteries
#embodieddivinity
#venusretrogradeinscorpio
The smell of light at the darkest time is the smell of fir.