Brittany, thank you for the little video!♥
Brittany, thank you for the little video!♥
Visiting White Wing
Way over the hills
Thousands of pictures
videos and stills….
Thousands of Spirits
Dance over spring snow
So many places
Where Energy flows….
You just came home
But back yonder you go
I send my heart with you
And my Guardians below…..
You are my fledgling
Now soaring high
Together with White Wing
Over Mongolian Sky….
A little warning:
This is a rather bloody post, so iffff you are a bit squeamish, please skip this one…..
I am putting it here mainly for all my international students to get an idea, as to how to preserver the Birds wings that you so often see dressed up and used as smudging fans in my shamanic art posts.
Usually, you – or we drive down the country road – and there, on the side is a traffic victim, a little bloody, but in all rather fresh and you wonder, how you could save its feathers. .
Well, you will have to get a plastic bag and start plucking ….. and then respectfully put the remains aside for brother Fox to find the coming night. But what, if you want to preserve and use the magnificent wings?
Sure you could take your find home and then work on it there…. But so often I hear: ”Yeah, we found a Hawk, but we were on a road trip and we could only take a few feathers instead of the full wings and talons……”
First of all, equip your car with what you will need:
1 sharp poultry shears
2. a hefty end cutter
3. a sharp knife
4. large styrofoam plates – the ones from the meat department of the grocery store or from Styrofoam packing material you have recycled.
5. a box with medium sized safety pins – to pin down wings and talons onto the styrofoam plate- or, if need be, the carpet of your car……
6. some kind of string – to straighten out talons
7. rubber bands – to straighten out talons
8 .assorted sizes of plastic bags – for fresh items – and for feathers
9. bungee cords – to tie something onto the roof or the back bumper
This will become your Bird tool kit and come in handy for other “finds” as well.
On the little trip to Manitoulin Island that I talked about in the previous post,
leaving the Pow Wow and driving south we found first a Sharp Shinned Hawk.
Into a large bag he went and with bungee cords tied to the roof rack. Only minutes later there was another Bird on the road:
A perfectly beautiful Merlin! Only he was dead:(
We bagged him as well.
In the motel I went to work:
Sage and cedar for a fare well and a chant to find home and to come back 7 generations from now, in a little egg in a nest… grow up healthy and strong… far away from any cars and road traffic…..
Then, tears aside, out came the shears and the promise to make something beautiful and honourable from the parts I take……
I cut the wings right at the shoulder joints
plucked from breast and back feathers what I knew I could use,
plucked the tail feathers
cut the legs at the knee joints
took some cedar boughs from outside and drove to the next secluded wood lot to bury the remains facing East
Yes, there was another chant and some more tears…..
Then, back at the motel I went to work.
I washed the blood of wings and feathers and dried them off
We would be on the road for the next few days and so now I needed a secure place, where to pin the wings and where they could stay – undisturbed.
Out of the back hatch came all our stuff. Cars are upholstered these days and there was carpet material in/ on the bottom of the trunk. Into this I pinned my fully stretched out wings using the safety pins = one at the bottom of the first primary and one into the lower back skin, so the wing stretches straight out.
I put some newspaper over the wings and a floor mat on top of that. Then all our luggage and stuff could go on top and would not make any damage.
The talons need stretching.
Pin then into the styrofoam tray. 3 front claws , on back claw. Then attach a string to the upper part of the leg bone and straighten it 90 degrees. with a safety pin peg the string so this position is secured. You also can use rubber bands as I did later with my “wing box”
At home of course you have to retrieve your wings and pin them to styrofoam or stiff cardboard. When I got home I used my pinning box – an old styrofoam ice chest.
Inside the box you see the perfect Merlin wings at the sides and the smaller reddish wings of a female Kestrel, that, sadly,we found the next day. One of her wings is quite damaged and what I will do with it I will see, when all is dry. In the middle all the talons are straightened out using a central chop stick and string as well as rubber bands.
On the outside of the box I pinned the Sharp Shinned Hawk wings.
It will take at least 3 months, until the wings are dried enough to be worked on and inserted into a decorated wooden handle can begin their life as a smudging fan.
The talons may even take a bit longer and may then adorn a Hawk Medicine Staff
The feathers I harvest, I always put into a plastic bag and then they go into the freezer for 48 hours, to kill off any mites and other “critters” that live in feathers. After that they are ready to use.
One of the shamanic students I mentor is raising the son of a Taita of the Cofan tradition from Colombia.
Parrot feathers are an important part of their regalia.
That inspired me to use all the diverse Parrot feathers I recently received from a loving family, that has several pet Parrots and combine them with a bit of fur from an ooooold coat of Ozelot fur. The Jaguar also features prominently in all South American traditions. Black Jaguars have the map of the Stars hidden on their pelt and bring the teachings of the Star Nations and our Ancestors, as well as our descendants yet to come…….
Next is my Frame Drum Circle, called “The Healing Drum” It is centred around spirituality and personal growth and I teach the use of the drum as a tool for relaxation and meditation, anger management and conflict resolution and -on occasion- I facilitate cathartic psychological ab-reactions for participants and lead them into profound healing states.
Next there would be the Native American ceremonies and other events I attend and also participate in as a teacher, setting up my teaching tent and bring drums for the people that gather around. Aside from other teachings I teach drum songs and chants. And we of course have the big Pow Wow drum there. I am a Drum Keeper, have received a 4 foot in diameter grandfather Drum from one of my clients… I bring that to events for the community to use. – See a pic about all the kids around it on the previous post about me in schools……
The last on the continuum is me, alone, drumming and chanting, most every night to initiate and maintain altered states of consciousness and thereby see/find out about concerns I have for self and others.
That is also where I receive most of my chants and where rituals are “born” as finished entities, ready to be used with the community and where the concept of much of my artwork comes from…..
How the healing Drum works
One of the most powerful aspects of drumming and the reason that people have done it since the beginning of being human is that it changes people’s consciousness. Through rhythmic repetition of ritual sounds, the body, brain and the nervous system are energized and transformed. When a group of people play a rhythm for an extended period of time, their brain waves become entrained to the rhythm and they have a shared brain wave state. The longer the drumming goes on, the more powerful the entrainment becomes. . All of the oldest known religious rites used drumming as part of the shared sacred experience.
It is interesting to look at these ancient drumming practices from the perspective of the latest scientific research into the functioning of the brain. Using electro-encephalographs, scientists can measure the number of energy waves per second pulsing through the brain. A system of classifying states of consciousness according to the frequencies of these waves was created.
Normal outwardly focused attention generates beta waves which vibrate from 14 to 40 cycles per second. When awareness shifts to an internal focus, our brain slows down into the more rhythmical waves of alpha, vibrating at 7 -14 waves per second. Alpha is defined by relaxation and centering. Dropping down to 4- 7 cycles per second the brain enters the theta state in which there is an interfacing of conscious and unconscious processes, producing hypnagogic dream-like imagery at the threshold of sleep.
Theta is the source of sudden mystical insights
and creative solutions to complex situations and is
marked by physical and emotional healing. People with a preponderance of theta brain waves are also able to learn and process much more information than normal. Without some form of intensive training, it is hard to stay awake in theta–one slips quickly down into delta. This is the slowest brain wave frequency, 1-4 cycles per second, the state of unconsciousness or deep sleep.
The brain is divided into two hemispheres that are basically split in their control of the thinking process. The right brain functions as the creative, visual, aural and emotional centre. The left brain is the rational, logical, analytical and verbal administrator. Generally, either the right or left brain dominates in cycles lasting from 30 minutes to 3 hours. While one hemisphere is dominant, the memories, skills, and information of the other hemisphere are far less available, residing in a subconscious or unconscious realm. Not only do the right and left brain operate in different modes, they also usually operate in different brain wave rhythms. The right brain may be generating alpha waves while the left brain is in a beta state. Or both can be generating the same type of brain waves, but remain out of sync with each other. But in states of intense creativity, deep meditation or under the influence of rhythmic sound, both hemispheres may become entrained to the same rhythm. This state of unified whole brain functioning is called hemispheric synchronization or the awakened mind. As the two hemispheres begin to resonate to a single rhythm, a sense of clarity and heightened awareness arises. The individual is able to draw on both the
left and the right hemispheres simultaneously.
The mind becomes sharper, more lucid,
synthesizing much more rapidly than normal,
and emotions are easier to understand
and to transform.
One of my beloved students is not feeling well…
I am worrrrried!
She lives far away,
…too far to rush to her side…..
To hold the worries at bay
I am singing healing chants
throughout the night…
I am going back where I am from
to find a healing medicine
I am riding on my horse, the drum
to find a sacred healing dream………
There’s a wild melody
among a million harmonies
There’s a note for everyone…………
That’s their big medicine!
I am bringing you your sacred song
from the place we all are from.
And you’ll be well if you will sing
your song of sacred medicine………….
At this time of year our summer season with busy markets and art and craft shows is still in full swing. On top of that I am kept busy with students, bringing teachings into resorts and health care facilities and with patients coming to the house.
This is the problem with writing a blog about working as a shaman. Most of the “more interesting” things are strictly confidential. I can not write about the consultations with patients, about individual cases and problems or private hours with students.
Oftentimes, when I bring drums and teachings into groups and healing and recovery centres, I – and the students, that accompany me have to sign strict confidentiality agreements and especially taking pictures is prohibited.
At the same time however, it just may happen, that the caretakers themselves are videotaping the sessions and circle activities.
Sometimes that makes me wonder, what will they use these videos for?
Will they try to replicate my teachings?
Are they becoming part of the public domain?
Are they on U-tube somewhere??
Here a few pictures, that recently were put into one of the many public networking sites and so are OK to re-post here.
Here I am on the annual Baysville Craft show, showing of my large Siberian medicine Pouch.
It worked! 🙂
I sold it! Yaaaaayyy!!!
Drums for Recovery
Buffalo Medicine Teaching Blanket
Bear Medicine Teachings
As I had previously mentioned I was participating in a teaching circle about Finnish shamanic traditions that practitioner Dalva Lemminmäki gave in Toronto. She spoke about Finnish traditions, Tree worship, a Finish creation myth involving the egg, about working and journeyingand many other things. We also did a 1 hour long shamanic journey. here is what happened on my journey:
Dalva had previously explained, that in her tradition one drums for at least an hour, often 2 to 3 and that she at times drums up to 5 hours when journeying after sun down until sunrise next morning.
I agreed with her, that too is Siberian practice, but here in the very popular “shamanic workshops” they do a number of short 10 minute trips – which is why many people in the end have trouble journeying and rarely go into full (theta brainwave) trance…..
In the circle several people were drumming, using frame drums and djembes, others had rattles, others also chanted or sang… I was a bit like a prolonged community drum circle, but pleasant. I prepared my fur, so I could lay down on Ee’ren Eder ( my Reindeer Spirit and Clan Guide, represented in physical reality through my Reindeer fur, used for journeying only.) – To put the fur into the tight chair would not work and it was comfortable to use the armrest of the chair to keep the drum level….To drown out some groaning and squealing that was going on, I settled into a steady 180/ minute beat.
….I “see” Lira (my Screech Owl Guardian) flying ahead of me ~~ 2 meters above the ground, leading the way through a scraggggly Forest with lots of rocks, gray granite with veins of white quartz, huge boulders, deep barren ravines, boggy at times, Aspen and Spruce, underbrush with Blueberry bushes… It is a gray evening on a cold rainy day.
We come up to a steep rock wall. Lira lands on a small Spruce Tree that is almost leaning against the steep incline. I have to step across a wide crack in the rocky ground to get there and – – – find myself standing on the granite rock cheek of a GIANT!!!Forest Spirit Person, that has been here forever. I am standing on his left cheek, in front of his massive granite nose, to my right looking up into his GIANT eye and furrowed brow high above it. Looking down, to my left I see the Giant opening his cavernous mouth with large ivory colored teeth and then and there I am being sucked towards that, I see his tong like a giant Beaver tail… I am sucked into this maw and slide down a long tubular “riffely tunnel, that must be his gullet. Like coming down a water slide I am splashed into a large reddish brown glistening cave. There are – like stalagmites and stalactites – but all made from living flesh and bone. Nevertheless, there are rock drawings and carvings in red and black everywhere on these formations. In the middle the cavernous stomach is a large fire. Beyond that, further down there is a dark black tunnel..
A little back from the fire there sits an old man, skinny, with white hair,
– – playing a kantele!
I recognize Väinämöinen!
Oh!! now even in the trance journey I know, where I am!
The belly of the Forest Giant!:)
There also is, on the other side from Väinämöinen a large Bear sleeping further in the back and a large Moose is sitting in the center on a rock. He is crying. In his lap he is holding one of his broken of antlers, while a strange stubble on his head is rapidly growing into a sizable Wapiti Elk antler. Then the other large majestic Moose antler falls of and the Moose wails in futile desperation. “ They will not know me!!!!” he wails, while a small bird settles on the now quickly growing Elk horn and starts chirping loudly.
I try to help the inconsolable Moose, try moulding the second, just growing rack into a more Moose like looking antler, flattening it out a bit, …. But I need more stuffff and grab dripping spittle and juice from the belly stalagmites and some flesh from the ground nearby. Like as if it was puddy I manage to form it all into a Moose antler. – But for the other side it was already too late – that one was fully hardened into a sizable Wapiti antler. Now however Väinämöinen on the other side of the fire starts to sing and to my and the Moose’s high horrrror the newly formed Moose antler changes into another Elk/ Wapiti horn and then , oh shock, the whole Moose changes into a Wapiti Elk in front of my eyes.
Lira appears and gives me more “cave spittle juice” and I rub the animal with it and it starts to flimmer and shimmer as a Moose again… – until Väinämöinen again starts to sing…. When he stops the animal is half Elk, half Moose and a mess.
Then, all of a sudden I hear a loud sound – and almost “wake up” Someone in the room (tonal) started to sing or whatever and the disturbance transformed into a strange egg yolk yellow cube with bright red Chinese writing symbols on all sides. !!??!! (6 inch x 6 inch cube)
(This strange cube appeared several more times – whenever there was a disruptive -to me- sound in the room that “made me come up” from the trance. I just resolved to drum a little louder, so as not to hear it and went back “down”)
I went back to the cave. The Moose/ Elk Wapiti and Väinämöinen I are gone, the Bear is awake and brings me a Pow Wow drum to look at. He tosses it into the fire and now I also see Lira sitting there with several old movie reels and bits of ripped film, that she tosses into the fire.- – –
– – I say:“YES!! I KNOW!!!! I WILL tell her and explain – (like sooo many others )– and just hope she will not take it the wrong way…“ I promised the Bear. Healing comes with understanding – on both sides….
When I look again there is part of Dalva’s skirt in the fire, halfway burnt.-
– Again the scene is split up by a loud noise and the yellow cube with Chinese kanjis…
When I get back there, it feels like “late” But now the fire is out and through a vapory smoke I see a black Wolf with a white triangle on his chest standing at the entrance of the passageway into the gut of the Giant, beckoning me to follow him.
I do, through the gut of the Giant….. On and of there are flashes of the Chinese kanji cube, but I just disregard them…
We get to a place, that is the beginning of the “Fire River” there are several Beings there, but again loud noises make me start to shake and “be tossed up”and hear the 1 2 3 4 drumming = Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo…..>
By the time I am back down I am “not very deep” and hear the room in the background.
For a flash I see Sandra D. sitting at the River’s edge reading a book made up out of Oak leaves.
I now “know” where I am and ask the Wolf to show me something that I need to know or bring back . Right away the crying Moose/ Elk appears and Lira with the stupid movie reel lands in my lap – Literally! Nice! Yes, OK, again….. I will not forget to tell…
Lira leads me up to the stomach cave with the rock art. There I see a white envelope hanging among the Medicine symbols. It says “Message” and Lira directs me to take it and open it. I do – but>>> again the strange yellow cube with the red Chinese writing…
I think I loudly say something like that and wish I had not…. 😦
But I am halve “awake” and realize, the drumming has almost stopped – it is just me and the djembe left….
Dalva is winding down the journey …
Someone sings and promptly there is the yellow cube again…
I have to return – never mind the other messages… I feel being dragged own by a soup of heavy molasses and struggle against it… I should journey on, but I am no at home but at Dalva’s circle….
I struggle against the sour smelling molasses until Lira brings a watering can with “Muskoka rain water from the flood” and douses me until the molasses comes of.
I feel Peter and Janet next to me…….
What does it all mean?
In one of the Runes = song/ poems Elias Lönrot used for the Finnish folk epos the Kalevala, is about Antero Vipunen, who is seen as the primodeal Elder shaman, an ancient Forest Spirit on a perpetual journey hidden deep in the Forest, turned to stone, incorporated into the living Earth. He holds a lot of secret wisdom and even the sage Väinämöinen went to him for wisdom and to learn a Rune that would aid him in “singing himself a boat” (creating a Rune = chant -vehicle that allows him to go on a shamanic journey)
I traveled to this Being,
Lira is one of my Miahanits – Medicine Guides….. Read more on : https://shamanicdrumm.wordpress.com/2012/02/09/134/
The Moose/ Elk Wapity: During Dalva’s teaching talk she referred to her special Guardian ans an Elk – and the picture that came across to me (in pre-verbal imagery ) was a Moose. However, most of the circle participants – hearing the word “Elk” envisioned a Wapiti, like we have out in Western Canada.
Wrong critter. The Moose in the cave – and in the Kalevala is upset because he is not seen by Canadians as / for what he reallllly is!
Here for the First nations out West, that are familiar with Elk he stands for sexual prowess and allure while the Moose, Hottha (Ojibwa) or Moosee (Cree) is the sacred balance of gentleness and strength within a human – and other Being
Meaning : these 2 have VERY different Medicines and the Moose in the journey wants to be seen for what he is….
I try to fix him in the journey, but Väinämöinen starts singing = the Kalevala itself talks about Elk and – so I can not fix that….
The strange yellow cube with the bright red Chinese writing is a visual manifestation for the sounds, that I am not used to, during journeying (they are yellow = alarm and red Chinese = to me = unknown and foreign. But they also represent the circle members, the many for whom journeying was unknown and new and foreign. And the Chinese writing yet again emphasizes the communication gap that exists due to language barriers in the circle……
So on one side it is Chinese to me to hear strange sounds during journeying but on the other side I could be the translator… ifffffappropriate of course…..
The Drum , the film reels and the Bear.
Bear is for healing and much healing needs to be done. Healing comes through understanding the other better. Many First Nations People consider 1234 = drumming “White man’s war drum tom tom drumming a’ la’ in the old Westerns, when you hear the war drums and the Natives circle the burning wagon train and… You all know…
So nowadays there is resentment against this and it comes up, when First Nations Elders hear none Natives play that rhythm on a drum. Some are quite vocal about it…..
It happens often and on several occasions I had to defuse the situation with teachings for both sides and so bridge the gap…..
What many first Nations so far are not yet familiar with is, that other shamanic Ancestor ways – like in Europe and South America use this rhythm and it is part of their culture and not just miss appropriated or picked up from an old movie… We in Siberia for example use this drum rhythm as one of the East rhythms – to ward of unknown disease Spirits that usually – as seen by my people – approach from the unknown future = East. For us Bear guards against these. So here Bear is well aware and points out the problem by tossing the old Pow Wow drum into the fire and Lira adds snippets of moovie reels….
When we shamanic practitioners from other cultures play this rhythm in Native American company we should be wise to qualify = explain, where we got this rhythm from and why we play it right now and maybe ask, ifffff it is OK with the “Spirits of Place”
In this case it comes from Dalva’s Finnish tradition and that is wonderful and very spiritual. And yes, there are many drum circle songs with that rhythm and also some First Nations chants from the Southern tribes = rain songs for example…. Not that we need more rain in Ontario right now….
Here we are being made aware of cultural sensitivities – no rain songs when there are floods – or no John Wayne drumming ….
And Yes, my Guides alert me to the problem and tell me to explain to Dalva, because it is her skirt that was burnt in the fire = “something” happened somewhere in the recent past and the smoke is still in the air but the fire is out.
The Wolf leads me to another realm I “know” from studying the Kalevala: The River of Death, where the old shamaness, the mother of the hero Lemminkäinen has to revive her son, who got killed and tossed there. This is a place, where she sang healing Runes that are very powerful…
I still wonder, what she would have sung to me…
I will have to go back to visit her another journey…
As Dalva said in her teaching: In Finland and in Siberia we journey for looooong times – and 1 hour just flew by. When a journey needs to be aborted – or I get “tossed out” by – the proverbial phone ringing, someone touching me, or whatever, I often start to shake quite badly and it takes a while until I am back in OC…..
This time it felt like being stuck in heavy molasses that was dragging me back….
Later in the evening Dalva and me had a long wonderful talk and several other practitioners joined in.
Blessings to all circle participants who read this! 🙂
Among my Ada’s people in Siberia it is customary to have many different Sacred Trees. Family Trees, personal Trees, beneath which our umbilical cord was buried in summer or burned in Winter – or as with neighboring peoples – hung into the tree as an act of thanks.
After we bought our land here in Muskoka my husband and me went across the 106 ha property and got acquainted with all the Animals, their dens and nests, the Shrubs and Flowers and most important, all the Trees. We were looking for the Grandfathers and Grandmothers – the oldest Trees and also for the tallest Trees and maybe the Baj Yjaschy, the very magnificent ones.
We had right away recognized a magnificent large Spruce, over 45 meters in height with a crown overflowing with cones and home to a Squirrel family. To this, our tallest Mother Tree we cleared a winding path through moist and mossy under bush and honoured Her with a red ribbon, a Tschalaama of life.
Then there was the oldest Tree, a majestic Grandfather Maple with a then still lush crown. When I first saw it, touched it, it was clear, this one was volunteering, to be our teacher about the forest and the land we now were stewards of.
In a dream my Ancestor told me that this was to be our Kham Yjasch – our shaman Tree and that I needed to dedicate it.
But how? I had never done anything like that and was too small when my Father did any work like that.
So I journeyed to my Ancestor Spirits and was given specific instructions as well as a chant, that I was to do. I told Peter what we were to do and why we were to approach the Grandfather from a certain side, walk around it a certain amount of times and what each of these “walk arounds” were dedicated to.
Then we were to go bring a stone with a natural hole from our home land and put it on a white ribbon and affix it to the Tree to form the connection to the lands we come from.
This was very auspicious, especially for Peter, because in his North Friesian heritage, this practice of hanging a “Hühnergott” in order to dedicate something is very present and practised to this day.
Over the last 22 years we regularly visit our Shaman Grandfather and bring Tschalaama = prayer ribbons, feathers and food offerings, telling Him our prayers, secrets and fears…..
He has aged a lot – as have we. There are now many large Piliated Woodpecker holes in His mighty trunk and we have the feeling, that His years are numbered.
My Ada used to say, that a Tree has 3 Lives:
The “wet life”, when the Tree produces leaves and fruit and grows. Then a Tree should not be harmed or cut – There are very strict offerings and formulas you have to do and say, ifffff you have the need to break this tabu: A specific chant/ lament to the Soul of that Tree, offerings of Milk, Tea and Grain or flower……
Then there comes the “dry life”, when the Tree does not leave out or flower any more, when it loses branches and the animals use it as a home. This kind of Tree is OK to cut down and use its wood. Finally there is the “soft life” when the Tree fell over, decays on the ground and is re- absorbed by our Mother the Earth. Pulp from a soft Tree is good to bring into the garden.
There are several other very special Trees on our property:
The small Maple I planted 22 years ago and that is now grown nicely and is the Centre Tree for my Obo.
The Grandmother Tree, another huuuuuge Maple in a very remote location, that we also visit on a regular basis and that also has many Tschalaama on her mighty trunk
The Enchanted Tree– or also called Fairy Tree by my students – in the middle of a wet section surrounded by other magical plants.
The Critter Tree is a towering Hemlock that at different times was/ is home to our Raccoon mothers, Porcupines, a Marten family, a Barred Owl and – just about everyone else who lives here….
The “Friendly Tree, is a huge Paper Birch with a portal in between her split trunk. In Siberia a Tree with a 2 part trunk like that automaticly marks the Tree as having Sacred Powers. Many a student went there, prayed, sat with Her, then when ready, crawled through that portal and came out the other end a fledgeling shaman…..
Blessings to All Kham Yjasch!
Blessings to All Trees everywhere upon Mother Earth!
A very special breakfast!
And an activity to honour the Equinox:
Take a fresh, raw egg and shake it vigorously, to mix yoke and white. Then carefully poke 1to 2-mm square size holes into both ends. Blow out the contents of the egg into a container, wash out your egg and dry it.
Now use paints or magic markers of your choice draw upon it – in mysterious stick figure signs and personal symbols or in any other art or collage form
Put on it your Spirit Guides or their symbology and also all the things, you wish for this coming spring. Using a broken match or other small stick and a red thread -red for life,- hang your Spirit egg onto a budding twig or onto another significant spot. It is the egg of what you aspire to grow into this spring.
Now nothing shall go to waste, right!?
So of to make an omelet! But do it in a sacred manner this time: The egg itself is the egg of the wisdom of the universe all times all life. The ovid mystery!
When you ad salt, ad it, knowing it symbolizes the very Salt of life, gift of the Earth Mother, who is now waking (or presenting the harvest)
When you add pepper, see it as your creative zest, your inner fire. You may want to add Tabasco !! That will ad some Big fire!
And parsley, green, for growth!
A tomato = Nightshade plant for sensual looooove!???
What else…. be inventive and creative!
And when it is ready eat it as a affirmation / meditation, celebration of yourself and all mysteries that are!Be aware as to what all the ingredients symbolize and what they will bring forth in you!
After all: You are what you eat!
A Question To all:
Which animal really and truly in nature hides eggs in spring???????
Wa-gish the Fox!
In spring Wa-gish robs and hides the eggs of ground-nesting birds.
He buries them for the time his own young are being weaned of milk so to have a soft food supply for them.
In pre-christian times the early farmers in Europe at the time of the Equinox ate copious amounts of rabbit meat, convinced it makes them virile and fertile! Then they went onto the fields and had sex
– to stir up the juices of Mother Earth!
The christian church tried hard to eradicate this custom.
Finally in the year 751 Pope Zechariahs officially prohibited rabbit meat.
But who is to know, what is in the stew over the stove??????
So subsequently all meat was outlawed.
That was the real reason for Lent.
Only later did the church claim to emulate the 40 days of fasting in the desert.
Another custom of early Europe was to throw eggs at each other for fertility and good luck!
And that is what I should be dooooooing right now!
Happy Spring Equinox!!!