May 28, 2012
"Listen with your heart to everything," Main
Mother says.
Four long thin braids adorn the sides of my head – one at each temple, and a second behind each ear. I leave them in for a few weeks before re-braiding. I am wearing these symbolic of my training with the Mother – a gesture of weaving her teachings into my being. The last time I combed them out, I gathered the many fallen hairs that do not have the chance to fall while tied in braids. I had knotted the loose hairs and though I wanted to just toss them out, I felt a strong "no" come through, and knew I was to use them in some way.
Last night, I realised the tied bundle of hair will carry the moon-bloods to Ma, along with the little grey tuft of fur I had received some weeks ago. I soaked them both in the bloods and carried them to the Grove with me. Main Mother asked that my hair be placed at her base. The tree she is companioned with has small caverns between the roots, and so I bury the hair-bundle in one cavern, next to the root of the Mother, and request the tree be protector of my energies here.
"Listen... Listen."
I listen. Fluttering. Two robins are fluttering from one tree to another. Silent except for the movement of wings and bodies as they meet and press against each other in the air... Mating?
My heart still hurts. "Listen to your heart," she says. Her voice has changed – it is the voice of a woman, soft, strong, melodious. I have not heard this voice before. She indicates the grey tuft is to be buried with the Guardian near the marble altar.
Crouching at Guardian, I place the grey tuft deep at her base, under leaves and moss. The altar is growing – marble, lichen, half-buried jaw bone, and now my bloods on the grey tuft. I hold Guardian's base. Listen to your heart changes to listen with your heart.
I begin to quiet, my inner drama settling down. In front of me, a moss covered vine of the Mother appears as a snake or serpent – appearing and disappearing from the forest floor, well hidden. I reach out and touch her. She is alive and well-rooted in place. Why have I not noticed her before? I make offerings of sage to each of the emanations of the Mother.
Root Mother, the serpent. "Listen from your heart," she says.
I continue to relax, breathe… The forest envelopes me in its gentle energy today.
I return to Main Ma to say thank you to her. "Listen often. Just get quiet and listen, often, from your heart."
Four long thin braids adorn the sides of my head – one at each temple, and a second behind each ear. I leave them in for a few weeks before re-braiding. I am wearing these symbolic of my training with the Mother – a gesture of weaving her teachings into my being. The last time I combed them out, I gathered the many fallen hairs that do not have the chance to fall while tied in braids. I had knotted the loose hairs and though I wanted to just toss them out, I felt a strong "no" come through, and knew I was to use them in some way.
Last night, I realised the tied bundle of hair will carry the moon-bloods to Ma, along with the little grey tuft of fur I had received some weeks ago. I soaked them both in the bloods and carried them to the Grove with me. Main Mother asked that my hair be placed at her base. The tree she is companioned with has small caverns between the roots, and so I bury the hair-bundle in one cavern, next to the root of the Mother, and request the tree be protector of my energies here.
"Listen... Listen."
I listen. Fluttering. Two robins are fluttering from one tree to another. Silent except for the movement of wings and bodies as they meet and press against each other in the air... Mating?
My heart still hurts. "Listen to your heart," she says. Her voice has changed – it is the voice of a woman, soft, strong, melodious. I have not heard this voice before. She indicates the grey tuft is to be buried with the Guardian near the marble altar.
Crouching at Guardian, I place the grey tuft deep at her base, under leaves and moss. The altar is growing – marble, lichen, half-buried jaw bone, and now my bloods on the grey tuft. I hold Guardian's base. Listen to your heart changes to listen with your heart.
I begin to quiet, my inner drama settling down. In front of me, a moss covered vine of the Mother appears as a snake or serpent – appearing and disappearing from the forest floor, well hidden. I reach out and touch her. She is alive and well-rooted in place. Why have I not noticed her before? I make offerings of sage to each of the emanations of the Mother.
Root Mother, the serpent. "Listen from your heart," she says.
I continue to relax, breathe… The forest envelopes me in its gentle energy today.
I return to Main Ma to say thank you to her. "Listen often. Just get quiet and listen, often, from your heart."
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