Returning to the Mother...

This is the first little tug on what feels like a long piece of thread…about living on the planet and our relationship to the feminine…its a big subject... and i apologize if the writing here is a little disjointed... i'm sharing ideas as they are forming... so here goes…

In my house I have a wall dedicated to Tonantzin… the mother… the savior of the Mexican people…while studying for my aromatherapy certification I wrote a paper about the essence Palo Santo and it came to me during the musing time before writing words that Palo Santo is the essence of the Mother… Palo Santo has all of the healing properties of frankincense but she is feminine not masculine. She comes from the Americas not the Middle East… she “told “ me that she is in fact the big healer for us who live in the Americas. She comes from the holy wood of Ecuador and Peru… and she is here for us … for healing… she is the Mother. She is one aspect of Tonantzin and She is inviting us home and the invitation is urgent…

Lately the question that has come to me over and over is why are so many women getting breast cancer?… why is it the women who are getting sick over and over? I kept saying to my husband… "we are the canaries in the mine… we are the canaries in the mine… " and then another piece trickled in…. we call our earth our mother… our earth is feminine. But look how the feminine is treated in most cultures of the world… how can we change how we treat our environment when we call our environment our mother if in fact we don’t really, not really, have regard for the mother? …How can the feminine aspect of the cosmos, the planet earth reside in our consciousness in a place of great reverence if that is not how we act towards the feminine off our species.?…

My husband recently returned from a trip to Nashville. He went to check on his cows and to see our friends the McCormick’s, to attend the Christmas party at the ranch, and to pick up the newest member of herondale farm, Reba, the great Pyrenees guarder of sheep. A huge white fluffy puppy! …I guess he listened to the radio a lot on the long drive home because he stood at the kitchen counter and explained to me what causes breast cancer according to a breast oncologist who herself has recovered from this disease… he said it is directly caused by the poisons in the environment… round up on the weeds…the pesticides on the corn. The hormones in the cow milk. The breast is the most sensitive organ in any human body… it is most sensitive from puberty until the woman’s first child… and during this time if it is filled with toxins these toxins help to form the aberrant cells… so we are poisoning the source of mother's milk... on every level ...

He actually thanked me, for being the crazy that I am, and sticking to my guns and driving around and around, insisting that my children eat organic food in the eighties in London. " I am so lucky to be married to you," he said… and in the quiet moment standing in our kitchen in semi darkness a profound healing went down. A shift occured from the teasing me and resisting my efforts to this simple acknowledgement of how I’ve tried to nurture our family and how possibly it could turn out to be exactly the right thing all along...

He and I got to talking about this concept of the feminine… how much regard he has for all of the aspects of this. From the Divine Mother to his gratitude to his own mother and then for me, his wife, and for his daughter… to the land he is steward of…. and it came to me how simple it is really… how quiet and gentle it can be …How if we change our thinking… our feelings about this how naturally without even thinking about it we will begin to change how we live on the earth… we wont’ have to march and protest and be angry etc… we will come from a place of genuine love and respect and naturally care and nurturing will follow.. And in the meantime I feel it is a good idea to pay close attention to the female humans of the species… our bodies are reflecting the body of the Mother… we are calling out …

These photos were taken a while ago when I first began taking pinhole photos… I had this feeling of Eden… a place of freedom and beauty…. It is the place our Mother provided… it is the place in my visions while studying with Palo Santo… this place is the place I feel also while reading The Ringing Cedar Series by Vladimir Megre.

The invitation has been issued… She is urging us to return before it’s too late… And it is up to us...


The photos are mine... the photo of the painting of Tonantzin is of the painting by Emily Grieves at the dreaming house in Teotihuacan, Mexico.

The eagle flies with the condor...

in peru i learned about this idea of the eagle flying with the condor. yesterday while digging around in my garden this came to me. the eagle flies with the condor. the north flies with the south. our minds fly with our hearts.

and the hummingbird darts through the entire fabric... spreading joy... whizzing with love.

so i am here... plodding along alot of the time... thinking thoughts like what am i doing here and what am i supposed to be doing and am i doing it this supposed thing? and then i walk into my garden and really am filled with awe.

from the beginning this idea of growing things has amazed me. it wasn't really on my list of things i thought i might ever do. (along with living on a farm) but i planted things and they grew! so my garden was a place filled with vegetables and i grew the three sisters. corn beans and squash. and i felt i should sing to them to help them grow... and then last year andy, a true and deep farmer came and planted the most spectacular vegetables all over the farm and herondale blended with his sol flower farm and my song changed... i planted native plants and medicinal herbs and mostly they are one and the same.. i mean medicine in the plants indgenious to this place... and they are exotic and wild looking many of them... much more exotic than plants europeans have imported..

in the meantime, i read about a miracle place in scotland called the findhorn community where they do more than sing.. they grow astonishing gardens by communicating with the nature spirits .

i thought well if singing makes things grow i wonder what would happen if i really determined to communicate with the nature spirits. and so i stepped into my garden and declared out loud that is what i would like to do. ok you know i figured even if this was crazy it was entertaining and then i let go of the eagle, my critical mind and all the judgements it likes to impose, and climbed onto the back of the condor with my trusty little humming bird by my side and off we soared into the unseen. i asked about everything i planted.. and when i got the feeling i was being answered i did what i was told. i planted with no logic. i chose plants i was guided to and planted them where i was told. and then this year i went into the garden as spring loosened the earth and lo and behold.. a tremendous pattern had emerged... colors all complimentary and lush... purples and reds in a plan more magnificent than my novice mind could have imagined and to top it off two huge hollyhocks planted themselves. they are the correct colors for the gardens design and even they are medicinal... it is just extraordinary... and it is true!

the eagle needs the condor and when they fly together the world becomes a magnificent place!

so last evening i began to photograph... and while i was taking the last images a young hummingbird, just growing it's colors , came to sip from the scarlet bee balm, so close to me i heard the buzzing of it's wings... it wasn't worried about me standing there in my white wings... or my little dog by my side... we just quietly went about our business, the humming bird, my camera, my dog and i...

so here are the photos taken from the condor's back in the land of the eagle.

the garden spirits showed themselves ....

so cool ...