She still grows through cracks in the pavement. Each petal of her wholeness blossoming from a sensual vortex of dusted gold. Calling in her melissae to pollinate the Earth with a message of her return.
For a woodpecker, every tree is an opportunity to nourish or to nest. In this way, you might take a hint from the woodpecker to ask yourself three questions: What nourishes me? What helps me rest? What helps me nest?
She spins trickster tales, fool stories, & her own particular color of moonlight. She brings on meteor showers & watches the sun slipping into sight again.
I will play with honouring my inner Persephone, my own journeys as a Maiden into the Underworld, and look forward towards a transition to Demeter and Parvati, abundant mothers of Shakti and Initiation.
Life experiences carry within them the genetics of previous experiences. As we move through the cyclic patterns of existence, we come into deeper relationship with that which we struggle with most.