The birds have given it away.
The chickadees, sparrows, towhees, and of course, the glorious robins — their proud orange pot-bellies leading them forward — have begun their persuasive song of joy. Held within the steely grasp of winter, we would have forgotten them entirely. But they are emerging now from their dark tree caverns of rest, a raucous chittering piercing the winter hush.
Arms and legs shifting, the bones of Mother Earth are beginning to feel restless. We are on the cusp. That transitory time of agitation, a stirring, a preparation to move energy from root back out into branches. Woody fingertips twitching. The green drive to grow up and out.
I know it is early.
Spring in the Pacific Northwest is a soggy but rambunctious affair. It is her hope that keeps me living here, the longing for unfolding chartreuse petals and rose daphne whispers. This tender budding, these eager little shoots yearn to permeate the barren spaces of winter. Trees begin...
“January was a tough year but I made it.”
The grumblings of this sentiment have been going around a lot lately. How did January feel to you- more like a year than a month? The evolutionary burn, the sheer intensity and speed of the energies at this time have us all heaving up and down.
When everything around us feels chaotic, swimming with emotion and heaviness, we are asked to slow, to reassess, maybe even close our eyes for a while. While in the dark we can proceed using all of our senses, better perceiving through our hearts and intuition.
The dark, the confusing, the overwhelming asks us to continually access where we stand. Are we moving forward aligned with what feels authentic in our guts, or are we persuaded by ego, by what feels more shiny, more flashy, more accepted, easier somehow?
As usual, plant medicine wants to be of service to us. Like a golden beam of light through irritable, grey clouds, Bergamot is truly uplifting when we have had a loss of insight. ...
Coming home to ourselves. This is the energy of black spruce, or picea mariana. Because being in a grove of old conifer forest is an experience of deep soul restoration.
These trees connect us to the great energy it takes along the journey of our own long-term evolution. They remind us of our ties to the ancients-the footprints of our familial lineage, ancestral wisdom and collective past.
Black spruce speaks to our own forgotten reservoirs of endurance, courage and confidence. In its presence our sacred spines become more upright, our roots wet, nourished and plunging deeper.
In this way, it holds a light of hope in our most exhausting, challenging, and depressing times of life- a reminder of our own wellspring of inner strength. It is an excellent remedy for adrenal dysregulation, hormonal imbalances and fatigue- connecting us to our own inner healing principle so that we can always discern what we really need.
Conifer forests also hold the special quality of acting as...