can you believe that this puss in boots has four boots? it actually makes sense, cats don't walk on two legs. today was given over to cleaning and clearing. every time i clean my mind feels clearer. i received a couple of cards for my birthday with birds on them, and i have made a perch atop my bulletin board for the birds. there is already a watercolor of a wren there. very soon it will be solstice, and from then on we head into the light. this time of year is very special for me. i love the images that float through my mind... candles, pine trees, snow, snowflakes, fires, tea... as well as the scent of cypress and pine resin. at this time of year i feel the earth sleeping down deep beneath all the snow. the energies are drawn down and resting. seeds are awaiting the coming year and their rebirth.

traditionally the winter is a time for introspection and reflection, as well as for dreaming of the year to come. lately i have been feeling very liminal, words and concepts leaving my waking mind. there is a layer in all of us where stories reside. i really could live at that layer forever. my heart has been feeling very open lately as well, with green vines and leaves reaching from its core. oh but all of this only when i am clear, otherwise, inundated with chaos and the fast paced world, i become foggy and my favorite parts of living withdraw from my consciousness. i have heard that the garden of eden was a state of consciousness, and that heaven is here if we but look - fractols spiralling in the deepness of a plant, the healing vibration of a cat purr, the invisible magnetic strands of love we all reach towards others, the light of each individual consciousness as one flame.

Forests and Ancient Things

I am filled to the brim with ideas and projects and words and life. My biggest challenge is time, and along with time comes my energy levels. As I experiment further and further with botanical medicine and energy work my energy levels become abundant, and I am better able to enter into the timeless now, where all the ideas and creativity can manifest boundlessly. I have so many dreams and so many webs I want to spin. In these blog entries I have decided to post old poems and new ones in the workings.

I have written this before but am writing it again: the blank page excites me like nothing else. I cannot wait to see what comes out next. I am most happy with the sensual world, and how it manifests around me. Catalogues of objects and images. When you look at an object objectively, it can become the most fascinating thing in the world. Endless stories within one image, endless stories linked to one object. Brooke Medicine Eagle says that "the true university is the forest". It is my true home. Here is an old poem I wrote about the woods. I was looking through all my old writing and couldn't even find a copy of this anywhere, this comes from my mom reading it aloud to me over the phone from the only copy I know of for sure.

scatter my ashes in the forest
that trees and ferns from me may grow
so when my children into the wilderness walk
their mother they will encounter
in the sway of branch and dance of myriad leaf
the fecundity of soil
it will be my spirit born again which will offer them
the peace inherent in standing pines