Seeded with Stones

I am growing a plantation
In my heart.
It’s been seeded with stones
Leaves, shells and fish bones.
Seals might grow next to 
A grove of eagles.
I will water it with my tears and saliva. 

Tiny ears of dormice will appear
Breaking through the morning suns greeting
Rainbows will hoe the ground to make anew
Once the harvest of a million little Earths
Growing like bells have been gathered. 
These will be strewn across the heavens.
I will tend the tender shoots
Of the gossamer Souls vine like reaching.

Come sit with me 
Climb into my Hearts Plantation
Where freedom lives and breathes clear air. 
You will notice its beat sounds like oceans movement.
You will taste honey as bees land on your
Feet.
Come – climb within
And Hear My Love.

Recipe for Beginning

Recipe for Beginning

Take Seven Directions

And blend them with an oak wand

In a clay bowl made of your hands.

Stir,

Feel, see, the heat of rising sun whooshing

To whirl with fire and noon,

Tempered by water and swimming things in a mix,

To set in stone with rattles shaking your bones.

Take this all to bed with you,

Make love to them with all of you…

Dream of Trees limbs shooting out your ears and eyes

Root deeply… hear the sound of the earth

Be the silent eyes of the mountain rooted,

With ages of knowing and the rumble

Of the deep earths core.

Lie on the beach, limp, with the water lap,  lapping you

Lifting you with each surge.

Deeper, higher into suns flame while the Sky watches

The center of you washing magic in…

Awaken to bake this all

Into words,

That can Feed the World.

Nourish.

Walk with light visible on your heels,

Don’t ascend yet.

There is too much to tell… 

Unfurling You

I see you,

I know you…

Your sap rises unbidden,

Fleshing out those limbs unseen

Your back arches looking up

Into the Bright Fire

Wide Sky,

Feeling the crackle in your limbs

Unfolding in tenuous shivering not perceived by the naked eye

Only You ~

KNOW

What blossoming

Unfurls 

Discernment is a very fine, close cousin to Intuition…

The Western Cape Spring brings even more magic than usual, Proteas, Pincushions, a million pink, yellow, tiny purple faces opening to the day. I have a particular gnarled squat tree that I head up to go and sit beside, when called to do so. I had not been for a while but was eyeing the huge Pincushion bushes  on route to it… so out of a desire to see one of my favourite Protea types, I headed up. It’s a lovely meandering narrow walk, and I am so aware that  the rock and sand I tread upon was under the ocean millions of years ago. 

The rock formations here show the water erosion well… As I got closer, I could feel the frown of puzzlement forming on my brow. It was NOT a Pincushion bush! I would have sworn it was when I looked at it from afar… no less beautiful though…

Another incident -

A few days ago I was meandering to a deli In Kommetjie (10km away from me, no shops in my town for eggs and other goodies!) when I spotted a Porcupine quill in the road! Porcupine is one of my animal totems, so I slowed down, pulled over and went to retrieve it. It was a beautiful striped stick! Not what I thought it was…

Now these two incidences added to what I had been thinking about for some time, around peoples posts on Social Media sites. My eyebrows are raised at what is seen to be true, “photoshopped true” , mass hysteria “ true”… etc…

Discernment is a very fine close cousin to Intuition…

Just because something has been presented and mass shared, liked, angry shared, outrage shared – does not mean it is necessarily REAL…

Use this fine tool Beautiful Shining Ones… Do not lose yourself in hysteria, or amazement. Rather look up from your screen, take a walk outside and rather be fooled by mother natures cleverness. This is true…