A Life full of Rain and Wild Flowers

Life feels slow and quiet these days. In the mornings, I’ve been waking up to the gentle sound of spring rain falling. A soft stillness seems to have settled on everything. The garden is wet, green and happy for having her thirst quenched after a long dry winter. The herbs are thriving and the bougainvillea is in full bloom. It’s the type of grey weather fit for staying in bed, reading and drinking loads of tea and cocoa, which is exactly what I’ve been doing. It feels good to allow myself this space and quiet time.

I’ve been enjoying bringing the gifts from the garden into my home to uplift the energy too – bougainvillea flowers, basil blossoms and twigs of cedar. Each day I find something new. I keep remembering how much I longed for this during the six years that I lived in a flat. I longed for a garden and a deeper connection with the earth. My heart ached because I felt disconnected from such a profound part of my wild essence. Now I feel so grateful and blessed to have my small garden, my little corner of the Earth to nurture my heart.

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Fresh Bougainvilleas from the garden

Cedar twigs and basil blossoms from the garden. Such uplifting blessings.
Cedar twigs and basil blossoms from the garden. Such uplifting blessings.

At night, I’ve been falling asleep listening to the soothing voice of poet Vigdis Garbarek’s The Daring Deed. It’s like manna for my soul. I discovered Garbarek’s work over on The Little Forest Flower blog. A quote of the poet’s work that Anne shared really touched something in my. Garbarek’s words are like a dreamy meditation seeping into my consciousness as I drift off to sleep at night.

Yesterday, my husband and I went walking at a nearby park, rain and all. We needed to get out for a while, breathe and take the freshness of the moist air into our bodies. It was beautiful and we stumbled upon so many stunning wild flowers. I saw some flowers that I haven’t seen since childhood, back when I’d spend hours playing in the veld and picking wild flowers. Life was so magical back then and it was just soul soothing to have rekindled that feeling on our walk.

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A thriving field of clovers dancing in the rain
I have no ideas what these are called, but they bring my such joy because they remind me of childhood. Such simple understated beauty.
I have no ideas what these are called, but they bring my such joy because they remind me of childhood. Such simple understated beauty.
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I found several Elderflower trees growing wild and free, their stunning white blossoms smelt delicious. I love the way they look, like little constellations of floral snowflakes. Picked a few for teas and elixirs.
Pretty wild yellow blossoms soaking up the moisture.
Pretty wild yellow blossoms soaking up the moisture.
Flowing reeds growing in the pond where I love to meditate and watch the moorhen and african black ducks sailing gracefully.
Flowing reeds growing in the pond where I love to meditate and watch the moorhen and african black ducks sailing gracefully.
Wild pea blossoms glistening in their post rain glow.
Wild pea blossoms glistening in their post rain glow.

As the Wheel Turns

Monday blessings dear souls!

The wheel of life is turning and I’m feeling beautifully attuned to the flow of it all.

Finding the balance and peace of my centre isn’t always easy. I tend to frequently fall into pits of stuck-ness, getting caught up in cycles of negative thought patterns that I spend a lot time digging out of, trying to find my way back to the light and to my grounded self. But lately, things are moving with a new kind of ease for which my heart is so grateful.

I am feeling the presence of Spirit, of Goddess more strongly and I am finding it less of a struggle to stay connected to sacredness. Lessons of surrender and letting go of the struggle come hard, but right now I’m really witnessing the magic that happens when you give up the battle and just allow.

Simplicity and sacredness are at the forefront of my mind. Each day when I ask myself what I want to feel or invite into my life, these two words come to me immediately. So I’ve been receptive to the kindness of October that has brought me many moments laced with both of these precious gifts. A thread of stillness has woven its way into my days forcing me to be still, to rest, to breathe and to simply gather my energy for the things to come.

This ease of flow is not without touches of busy-ness. In between the pauses, I am knee deep in studies – Tarot Journey with Marissa Moondaughter, completing my Herbalism studies and I’ve just began The Captivate Program with Angela Raspass – all gifts that are enriching my mind and soul right now for I love the feeling of learning and seeing my inner world expanding.

Nonetheless, I just feel the need to be present with the magical essence that is growing within and flowing all around me to honour it and to express my gratitude for all that I have been blessed with. I know that soon there will be a quickening of energy that will whisk my back into action and backing into the busyness of doing. For now I just am happy to be moving at the pace at which the wheel of life is turning.

What space do you find yourself in right now as the wheel of life turns?

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Lazy Saturday Reading

As I sit out on the veranda, my skin drinks in the warm afternoon sun. The wind rushes through the trees with a hushing sound like a soothing lullaby. Two lively robins merrily hop about the garden. They are so sprightly that I can almost hear them chirping the words “Carpe diem”.

I open my book, Wolves and Honey by Susan Brind Morrow, and turn the soft white pages to the first chapter. I picked it up at a book sale ages ago, but haven’t had a chance to read it until now. It seems the perfect companion for a lazy Saturday afternoon like this. I love stumbling across gems like this – ones that give me insight into others experiences and perceptions of Nature. It’s comforting to find common threads that resonate with my experiences of how wild Earth has the potential to move, to touch and to heal one’s Spirit in one way or another.

Sipping on a fragrant cup of rooibos and rose petal tea, and breathe, and read, I feel so centred, peaceful and grateful. There is bliss in the simplicity of a quiet afternoon, knowing that I am giving my soul what it needs to be nurtured.

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