May 27, 2012
Another long day…
After teaching a workshop, I drive home, letting myself “shift
gears.” My mind turns to the
instructions from the Mother, and the dark crow feather I will make as offering
along with my moon bloods when I arrive home.
Last year, when my bleeds had stretched for 10 weeks continuously, I began to make daily offerings at a Yoni tree. It is a tree on the laneway that has a beautiful and perfect Yoni (vulva) about 8 feet up her trunk. I had tied a spirit-string around her trunk, adorned with feathers to honour her role for me. Each night I would put a bowl of water on my altar, and added red sandalwood powder to it, to represent the bloods. To make peace with the extended bleeds, I decided I would dedicate my bleeding on behalf of the feminine everywhere. My womb was pouring red bloods of the earth out – weeping, strengthening – a powerful moon time. Every morning, I brought the sandalwood waters to the tree, poured them at her base, and asked she carry this healing through her roots to the feminine of the planet and all beings everywhere, and to the masculine in everything through her trunk and branches. The balance of masculine and feminine will be the healing of Gaia and her inhabitants, and this prolonged bleeding is my part in this.
I knew, then, as I drove, that I would ask this tree if she would be the blood-offering tree.
It is now nearly dark as I drive up the laneway and park. I quickly put away my work material and gather sage, a small bowl with my moon-bloods, a flashlight, the feather and matches. I tie my Ladanka to my hand. As I walk outside, a racoon scampers up the tree I am approaching.
Kneeling at her base, I place my hand on her trunk, close my eyes and pray that I connect with the masculine and feminine everywhere through her roots and trunk. “I am now Life-Blood Tree to you, child – my Yoni births life into being,” she says.
Lighting sage and holding it in one hand, I pour 2/3 of the blood-waters at her base and ask her to absorb it. Picking up the feather, I attach it to the others. “Please accept this in honour of Ma Datura.”
Arising, I give thanks and walk through the darkness to the back of the property. A few peeper frogs sing. The air is growing cool, and I feel peaceful being held in the darkness.
There is a small knoll at the back that I rarely visit – a rise of rocks held within a cluster of young trees. I have visions of cleaning the area and turning it into an outdoor prayer space. Right now it is filled with discarded branches, overgrowth, old chairs and what-nots from the previous owners. Perhaps this summer...
I walk towards the centre with my flashlight on and pour the remaining blood at the base of a small boulder. As I do so, I hear rustling in the dried leaves in the hollow under the boulder. The rustling continues. A small rodent is stirring.
Last year, when my bleeds had stretched for 10 weeks continuously, I began to make daily offerings at a Yoni tree. It is a tree on the laneway that has a beautiful and perfect Yoni (vulva) about 8 feet up her trunk. I had tied a spirit-string around her trunk, adorned with feathers to honour her role for me. Each night I would put a bowl of water on my altar, and added red sandalwood powder to it, to represent the bloods. To make peace with the extended bleeds, I decided I would dedicate my bleeding on behalf of the feminine everywhere. My womb was pouring red bloods of the earth out – weeping, strengthening – a powerful moon time. Every morning, I brought the sandalwood waters to the tree, poured them at her base, and asked she carry this healing through her roots to the feminine of the planet and all beings everywhere, and to the masculine in everything through her trunk and branches. The balance of masculine and feminine will be the healing of Gaia and her inhabitants, and this prolonged bleeding is my part in this.
I knew, then, as I drove, that I would ask this tree if she would be the blood-offering tree.
It is now nearly dark as I drive up the laneway and park. I quickly put away my work material and gather sage, a small bowl with my moon-bloods, a flashlight, the feather and matches. I tie my Ladanka to my hand. As I walk outside, a racoon scampers up the tree I am approaching.
Kneeling at her base, I place my hand on her trunk, close my eyes and pray that I connect with the masculine and feminine everywhere through her roots and trunk. “I am now Life-Blood Tree to you, child – my Yoni births life into being,” she says.
Lighting sage and holding it in one hand, I pour 2/3 of the blood-waters at her base and ask her to absorb it. Picking up the feather, I attach it to the others. “Please accept this in honour of Ma Datura.”
Arising, I give thanks and walk through the darkness to the back of the property. A few peeper frogs sing. The air is growing cool, and I feel peaceful being held in the darkness.
There is a small knoll at the back that I rarely visit – a rise of rocks held within a cluster of young trees. I have visions of cleaning the area and turning it into an outdoor prayer space. Right now it is filled with discarded branches, overgrowth, old chairs and what-nots from the previous owners. Perhaps this summer...
I walk towards the centre with my flashlight on and pour the remaining blood at the base of a small boulder. As I do so, I hear rustling in the dried leaves in the hollow under the boulder. The rustling continues. A small rodent is stirring.
A vision of the rodent bones and teeth in my
Ladanka arises. And then the dream-image of carving the root and exposing
the rodent paws... And then, finally, the dream-image of bones, floating
strewn across the rising red waters as I learned from the skeleton. Ahhh,
how could I not have seen this before?
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