Beginning September 1st 2017, Florescence will have a new Henna goddess! Melissa has joined the fold and we can collectively breathe a sigh of relief and jump up for Joy! Yay! Our new Henna Application Specialist and all around wonderful person will be working Mondays, Fridays, and Saturdays to add more divinely directed intention to our collective Henna and hair cutting community. She comes bearing gifts of wisdom, kindness, and nurturing hands and heart. I am very grateful for her presence and to the universe for responding to my call so quickly. Divine Healing hands, healing humanity one head at a time!
There is something deep about coloring hair with henna. Like farm-to-table cooking, it takes longer to prepare, but the results are so much healthier and nourishing. I love Henna too because it is a plant, comes from the earth, and is really the only true non-toxic way to color your hair. But why is this particular and natural alternative such an inspiration to me? What is it about finding an alternative and something that truly comes from being in integrity with the land?
So I got to wondering one day, where this might come from. When I look back at my "hippy" childhood, I remember that my fondest memories are of doing things in a creative way. We spent a lot of time just with art supplies and the whimsy and magic of imagination. We didn't grow up with much money so my mother would improvise with our clothing, Sack lunches, and anything else we couldn't afford. While it wasn't idyllic (because what kid want a paper sack for lunch instead of proper lunch box!), never the less something earthy and integral seeped into my bones.
I never liked the word "thrift", it always felt like some threadbare holy blanket that had stains all over it. And I never felt exactly impoverished either, because somehow our brand of thrift always had a lot of colors about it. With a slight mystery in the air, we were more focused on the intention of creating what we needed than observing any lack of a simple lifestyle. I think the "can-do" attitude, as my grandmother use to say, set a tone that my mother adopted for us. It was more of a treasure hunt to find a used object and tie-dye it back to life, than it was any sense of poverty. A joy in carving out some beauty with the simplest of things.
My grandmother giggled when I spoke of canning my veggies and baking my bread. While she 'modernized' in the early 1950's with all the conveniences of no-iron clothing and microwaved foods, she fondly reminisced about her own childhood eating her mother's baked bread and canned jam's. We would hear long stories of how it was in those days, when cars were scarce and a family of 6 lived three to a room...even when her father was the Dean of men at Washington University. My grandmother had a sense of pride about her mother and her mother's accomplishments: "she kept the family clothed and fed with a graceful determination that rivaled the best of 'em". You see, my great great grandmother, the one who looks like me, came to the west coast as a child in a covered wagon. She was indeed a pioneer girl and grew up with that "can-do" strength that infused our whole lineage.
So when I see that the strength of the pioneer mother lifting my grandmother through the depression era, and the depression era shaping my own single hippy mom's sense of resourcefulness in the 1970's, I can only feel gratitude for the deep seeded history of the women before me, shaping my own passion to live more simply and harmoniously with this earth. The pioneers were anything but perfect, but they were hardy and they had to live according to the rules of the land. It came from necessity and fierce determination and arrives in me with a fierce love and respect for nature and the earth. Full circle. And so I dance with the rhythm of plant medicine and thank my lineage for finding creativity and pride in carving out a love of "making do" and living gently on this earth.
I am deeply grateful for your inspiration and carry your song forward to those I touch.
Balance is the key right now. Earth is going through a metamorphosis, an event that happens once every procession of the equinox ( 63,000 years) and a bit of a bumpy ride. As part of Gaia's body, we too are metamorphosizing and so signs of fatigue, physical discomfort (great and small), and a great deal of mental anguish are all part of the growing pains. A split in timelines is leaving 2/3rds of the population in a cataclysmic nightmare while the other 1/3rd is in a sort of limbo knowing that this is the birth of the new consciousness. Many years ago I was told that if we stayed in our head we wouldn't make it. At the time I didn't know what that might look like, but today I am now seeing huge examples the anguish and suffer that only comes with being ruled by the head. Those days are over. The energetic architecture no longer supports anything but leading with the heart and all experience will force the issue from now on. So...
What does that mean? It means simply to love thyself enough that all actions and thought are directly from love. That's a pretty tall order and yet, its the mandate now. You will notice that when you veer from anything but, there is an immediate backlash whether it is illness or Karmic payback. So its time now to shift your life. Its time to find a way to be easy with yourself and make the choices that support your well-being instead of your ego. It's time now to slow down so that you can actually feel yourself and HEAR what your heart has to say. Not such an easy task in a culture that mainly values outside movement.
I am reminded today from a conversation with a client, that we can feel so small and insignificant and helpless in the chaos that we see around us. What came through for that moment was the reminder that every act and ever thought is not only significant, but indelibly alters the entire universe. We live in a culture that doesn't value or even recognize nuance, but the truth is, nuance moves mountains. When a stone is dropped in a the water, the ripples will reverberate infinitely. Likewise, when we take some time for self-care, no matter how small, it is felt across the universe. Literally. Some of us will be guided to be warriors and be on the front lines, some of us will be guided to heal the wounded and council the ill , some of us will be guided to go inward to get to know who we are and just start by learning to listen to the heart. Its all worthy. Every moment of feeling gratitude, appreciation, love, peace, or joy in ANY capacity, is like the water ripples: reverberating exponentially.
Be kind and gentle to yourself because your ease is the only way forward for humanity. Thank you.
Yep that is indeed a fox (and yes that is a beehive too!). Our mama fox graced us with her presence and brought her four kits to play in my backyard for about 4 weeks this May. While her rambunctious cuties ran all over the yard and dashed up the trees (i didn't know foxes climbed trees!), she just sat in her little patch of sun and watched in perfect ease. "Ease". That's a good word for this season and a good reminder too. So many of us went through a very constrictive time this spring and it seemed like every other person was either battling cancer, dementia, a child in crisis, or new someone who was. The gift of mama fox was to see that life is abundant and joyous even in the midst of confusion and grief. She just sat in the trust that everything was as it should be. She sat in ease about 20 feet from us, she sat in ease when the cats became curious, she sat in ease when the kits ran away and out from her sight. She reminded me to breathe when my shoulders were up to my ears, when I couldn't imagine what the next step was, when my son's dad took his last breath on May 30th. Mama fox In ease. All of it is part of life and as it should be. Thank you mama fox for bringing your gifts when we needed to see life in all its abundance.
In Pete's memory.
Abundance has struck again! And while it's hard sometimes to focus on the simple beauty in a climate of political uncertainty, this is indeed how we stay grounded and centered in our hearts. Fear is an easy companion but a peaceful heart is how we stay wise. I send out a peaceful thought to all on this powerful day of spring equinox.
So I begin to reawaken, to notice I have fallen asleep at the wheel. I have forgotten that I have come here for the simplest but most profound of experiences: to be a creator. I think sometimes in this realm of unlimited choice, the plethora of experiences to be had can cause overwhelm or even paralysis. Where to walk? What to feel? What to gather? What to see? Where to stand? North? South? East? West? Up? Down? Through? Around? After all, this is the Multiverse.
So I start slow, breathing first, then feeling all the subtlety. I take a walk in the hills and feel the mud between my toes. I notice the bird song and feel the breeze across my face.
I am recalibrating.
Wisps of my friend's gift filter back into my mind: "Give yourself beauty in what you do, beauty is the road back. If you make yourself a simple meal, take pleasure in the colors and aromas. Add the spices you would if you were cooking for a beloved ( because you are!). Put a little flower in a vase on your table. If you are taking pictures, decide you will revel in red things today and see what beautiful red things are to be seen. Make yourself a special project of collecting all the red beauty. If you cut your own hair, make the space special. Lay out your instruments with a loving intent and enjoy the experience of each brush, each snip, each finger through your hair".
Its so simple, yet it is the biggest nourishment of all: beauty in each moment is the celebration of Self. And when we celebrate our being here, even in simple ways, especially in simple ways, we take our joyful space in this world. This is what we came to do, create in all the myriad forms.
All the love to you...and me.