Blessings of a second harvest

8u8I have been so fortunate to have met some of you recently at various vendor events I’ve attended. It’s exciting to see how many people are open and ready to take up the task of helping me to build the City of Ladies. The objective is to build the city that is both founded on and inhabited by the feminine virtues and those that aspire to possess them. My hope is to create a city that is more inclusive than the one that Christine de Pizan described in her book of the same name. I truly believe that wholeness, balance, requires complementary values that honor a whole spectrum of experiences. One thought particularly has come up in numerous conversations, and posed by a recent patron “Where do we start?” Initially my response was “I have no idea.” or “That IS the question, isn’t it?” Now that I’ve had some time to reflect as I’ve been at my tasks, the answer has become obvious. We start at the beginning, we start with the foundation. In the original text, it is Lady Reason who speaks first and outlines the task of building the foundation of the City of Ladies. The first step is to find a place, a fertile plain with space enough to house the whole of the city. It should be defensible. Before one can begin laying a single stone, the land must be cleared. The weeds and boulders dug out, and the earth make firm and solid. It is hard and laborious work. In our City, the task is the same. First we must find our space and clear it. Our challenges in preparing a space are different but also the same. We must remove the doubts sown by opinions informed by hate, we must recognize who has littered our path with stones upon which we stumble, and we must remove them. Christine began her own journey because at the time of her education, so much had been written and argued against the innate virtue of womanhood. She could not resolve this premise with her beliefs about the divine and her experience in the world. In our own lives, in this lifetime, in this world, we regularly face messages that undermine the female experience. We are overlooked and written off medically. We are measured by an impossible and often a contradictory standard. Every day we don our armor and face a world that does not honor our virtues. These messages have taken up residence in our own minds. Before we can even begin to work in the outer world, we must prepare ourselves. What are you doing to challenge your inner critic? How do you care for your mind, body, and soul, when bombarded with judgement and disrespect and sometimes outright hate and violence? In what ways have you internalized these beliefs and how can you challenge them when they come to your conscious mind?

In my practice, reflecting on what I need to release at the beginning of a New Moon cycle creates a rhythm for me to revisit these questions. Each cycle I reflect on what I have learned, and what has changed. You can approach this task any way that feels right for you. You can revisit it daily, or weekly, or monthly. The idea is that it is not a one and done task. It is a maintenance task. It is like walking a spiral staircase, you may go around and circles, but you should be ascending. As we clear the underbrush we can refocus on the next layer of the task. I doubt any foundation could ever be “ready” in the sense of perfection. Life is invariably imperfect. But let us start at the beginning and prepare a foundation that is worthy of a city to house greatness and all the best of the feminine virtues.

The fall equinox, the second harvest, reminds us to find balance but also to keep an eye on the dark days ahead. As we move into the shorter days, and colder weather, we will turn inward and spend our energies on the interior (of our homes and of our selves). Enjoy this time in the sun, gather the fruits of your hard work, and prepare for the long nights ahead. Winter will soon be here, and nature will die back and go down for the long winter sleep. That which no longer sustains us will be reaped, and we will make room for the growth that is coming.

In the bleak midwinter

There’s something unsettling about dim cold days of winter with no snow. We haven’t had really any this year. While I’m thankful to not be cold and wet up to my knees from shoveling it- we’re missing the crystal white days of a winter sun that glitters on frozen snow. I am thankful that my hands are busy at my hearth, guiding my children to take up the arts of handwork, baking, cooking, and the spiritual aspects of keeping our home. And yet this time very much as a feeling of waiting; waiting for something to happen, for Spring to emerge. In the deepest days of winter, I am waiting to see what’s next. I am mourning the changes that have brought goodbyes and sadness. I am readying myself for the adventure that awaits.

As I have looked inward this season, I have found greater understanding in my solitude and the satisfaction that comes with my internal work. I am learning to share and let go of some of my busy work in order to make time for the things that define me beyond mother and domestic goddess. I was hopeful that as I create that time and space in my life that I would be able to spend more of it with my spiritual friends. My idea of what that would look like, while clear in my mind, does not align with everything else. I have gained great strength from being physically close to and sharing time with people who vibrations match with mine. I am both sad to see that changing, and happy to see them growing, and excited to see how this journey shifts. I have spent a lot of time thinking about adult friendships, where they sprout, and how they grow. All of my dearest friends have come into my life in unexpected ways, appearing along the roadside of my journey. I think most adults wish they spent more time with their adult friends, and I certainly share that desire. I am so excited to be spending the New Moon with my dear friends next week. While it may be the last time for a while where we are all together, I am ready to sweep out what no longer serves me this week, and prepared to step into the next cycle open and ready to receive what I need.

The Season shiftS and the wheel turns

One of the things that’s been on my mind over the last couple of months has been preparing for winter. I was so fortunate that my herb garden was abundant, and that I had surplus to dry and can for the cold months ahead. In the last five or six years I have found the dark, cold days to be really challenging. March feels like a month that will never break into spring and by then the cold has settled in my bones.

This year I am shifting my approach. I have been thinking about the four seasons and when they “really” start and I came across some writing about the Celtic calendar and the way that each season is supposed to grow, reach a highpoint, and then diminish in preparation for the following season. This year I have been trying to adjust my mindset to see what impact it makes. Autumn for me started in August as the summer waned and the harvests began. Fall encompassed all of the harvest time and ended on Halloween as we started the winter season. While for many, winter does not begin until the solstice on December 21st (the darkest night of the year), it could also be observed as the time after Halloween when the days get short, peaking with the darkest night, and then waning as the days grow long again as we approach spring.

By February I am not waiting to see what the ground hog thinks. I am celebrating the return of Spring, it’s early budding, the snow drops that pop up through the snow, the melting icicles, and even the cold rain. The Spring solstice is really the height of Spring and the moment to celebrate Spring in it’s full glory. This shift has meant a great deal to me in preparing for the darkness of midwinter, and appreciating the early buds of spring days.

So what does that mean now? The winter solstice approaches. It is not the start of winter that I need to be prepared for. By the time Christmas arrives, I am inviting the life and light into my house as we are facing the darkest days of the winter. While we may have many cold, many snowy days ahead…. winter is already subsiding and spring is coming. I need not fear the drear of February because by then I have already conquered the hard winter. This Yule I will be celebrating that I have already made it through to the hardest part of winter. I will be turning inward to examine my own self, my personal growth, and tending the relationships within my home. I seek to honor the sleeping winter days as times to rest, to snuggle in, to idle in fulfilling tasks that do not come with the additional burden of time constraints. It is the time to pause. It is a time for stories. It is a time for rest and self care. I am excited for days baking bread and cooking soup, for sleepy days with movies, for the silence of freshly fallen snow, and being able to turn inward to spend time with the self still growing within.

Catching Happy Days

Today, the leaves began to truly fall. I looked and it was snowing leaves. It was a beautiful moment, that of course passed so quickly that it was over before I could grab my camera. Today is Autumn. As I know and love it. With trees bracing for the cold Winter we all know is coming. Like most fleeting moments, I was unable capture the morning mist that descended on all the low valleys, the falling leaves, that particular orange of the setting sun, and the way the full moon burst through the leafless branches of the tree of my local cemetery, and bounced its light on the running river. Today was full of beautiful moments. 

 

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Amo Amis, I love a fish

With a silky tail so slender….

 

My classroom has recently acquired a pet. I have to say, I usually don’t think of fish as being particularly emotive, but this little guy… he’s special. He’s been around for less than a week and he’s really grown on me. Sometimes, it’s the small creatures that touch our souls- and this one reached mine.

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The Princess and the Plague

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Having grown up in the lavish pageantry of her father’s court, surrounded by minstrels and nobles parading as Camelot reincarnated, it can be no wonder that the Princess Joan had romantic ideals for love and for life. When she said her final farewells to everything and everyone she had ever known, she had no idea the horrors that were awaiting her. Accompanied by her fiancee’s favorite troubadour to beguile her with tales and music of her future home in Spain, Joan landed in France as the Black Death raged across the countryside. With no escape, no immunity for the most well-guarded woman in Christendom, tragedy seemed inevitable. But Princess Joan was the daughter of a king who cultivated illusion, who planned for all contingencies, who balanced diplomacy with kingly will, and she would never allow life to make her its pawn.