The new moon tip-toed in like a silent dream gathering winter’s cold breath under her cloak and lulled the earth deeper into slumber. The days are mostly sunny and warm, but come late afternoon, I light candles, burn cinnamon and sweet orange scents and I throw a blanket over my knees to stay warm as I write at my desk.
A few days ago, I was breathing the morning light in with a cup of steaming tea when I looked at the flower pot on my coffee table. I noticed how the cyclamen buds rise like swans from the soil and then turn and spread their petals upward like feathered wings in flight. They seemed like a secret poem, an ode to the mystery of flight, quietly reminding us to spread our own wings and soar.
Their faint whispers inspired two questions that I’ve carried with me lately: How can you set yourself free just a little bit more today? How can you rise above the obstacles in your path and fly closer to your dreams?
Sometimes the answers are not easy ones. Like when setting myself free means that I have face my fear of confrontation to stand my ground. Other times they’ve offered simpler options than I’d have imagined, like putting on some music to dance with my husband at the end of a difficult day instead of allowing myself to wallow in negativity because of the little things that pricked up my sensitive soul. Either way, I like that asking these questions have given me the opportunity to shift my thinking, deal with situations that I generally tend to avoid and take small liberating steps forward.
This is probably why I drew inspiration from the cyclamen flowers to string together my wild word mantra this week.
The Cyclamen Inspired Wild Words: Rise, Fly, Wings, Adventure, Expand
The Mantra: I am willing to rise above self-limitations that keep me trapped in negative cycles. I choose to spread my wings and fly. I am ready for new adventures that help me to soar and allow my soul to expand.
“I always wanted to live in Vermont, and because I always get my own way, this is where I settled. The first thing I did was plant daffodils ~ over a thousand. The road was impassable, so I carried them in by backpack. And my rhododendrons I brought in through a foot of snow in a wheelbarrow.”
~ Tasha Tudor
What makes a woman carry a thousand bulbs on her back up a snowy cliff to plant a dreamy field of daffodils? And what makes her wheelbarrow loads of rhododendrons through a foot of snow?
The idea of it takes my breath away, because the vision that inspired her to do so must have been so grant, wild and almost otherworldly.
Delicate flowers and the wildness of Nature clearly resonated deeply with Tasha Tudor, so much so that she gave them centre stage in her life. Her profound passion strongly influenced her home, the way that she lived and her work as an illustrator. As it turns out the magnificent garden that Tasha Tudor nurtured into being was something quite extraordinary – vast expanses of flowering beauty like a picture straight out of a fairy tale world – and she, the hands and heart behind the master creation was just as extraordinary a person too.
When I see the pictures of Tasha Tudor’s garden and read about her life, it reminds me just how the wild essence within propels us towards extraordinary things. There are seeds and visions in our hearts so full the big things that are possible. There are yearnings and whispers that pull us towards so many things deemed unimaginable. Too often we dismiss them because they don’t fit the mould of what we’re told is reasonable or acceptable in modern day terms. But is there really any real reason why you cannot allow the pull of your wild soul to propel you towards extraordinary things?
What would happen if you said yes to planting a thousand hope-filled bulbs in the wild flowering meadow of your own heart soil? How much would be possible if we gave the brave stirrings within even half the chance that we give the voices of doubt?
Some days I see clearly that the soul is made of stories, because when I sit in the peace of the early morning and the first light awakens my essence within, then deep forgotten tales come alive somewhere inside. The light is so gentle this morning, the air so quiet and comforting. As the drooping twigs sway just slightly in the soothing breeze, they remind me that inner peace has always been my end goal and I am grateful for moments like this when I find it.
In my heart, a wild place in me whispers: I embody the Goddess. I embody sacredness. I am love. I am light. I am healing….I will carry this mantra with me today because they are came from a place of wisdom and must be the medicine that my soul needs right now.
Beneath me, the Earth is wet with dew and vibrant with Divine Feminine love. Nature is my path to many things – healing, a profound understanding of the world, peace – and of course my path to Goddess, especially Goddess, because the two are so deeply intertwined.
The more I draw aspects of the natural world into my life, the louder the voice of the feminine speaks. Most recently, I encountered an important lesson on honouring feminine wisdom through the pink roses that I’ve found great joy in surrounding myself with. I wrote about this experience in my latest article for Over the Moon Magazine. You can read it here if you’d like to: What Flowers Taught me about Burnout.
May your day be filled with peace, love and light.