Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Spring Cleaning Fever

My annual bout of spring cleaning fever has struck.
I have been inventorying my herb  and spice cabinet, removing out of date items and making list of things to pick up.   I don't know about you but it makes me feel good to step back and look at all the bottles of herbs that I grew, the oils that I made.

In the last three years my knowledge of herbs, spices and oils has grown by leaps and bounds.
I've come to understand which herbs have a connection to me and the Garden Craft I do.
        Creating herbal mixes for various uses was difficult in the beginning. I didn't know exactly what the herbs were or how to acquire the ones needed to perform certain rites. It took a lot of reading and note taking to learn all about their various properties. Plus I ordered some of the herbs over the net.
In my ordering I selected the smallest amount that was available and was surprised to find that when they were in hand the amount was way more than I needed. I also took by faith that the herbs and resins I was buying were the real things.
   Having learned how to wild harvest and grow my own herbs makes me feel more grounded , more sure and more in touch with the garden witchery I perform.  I've discovered the magic is stronger, I'm more confident and more aware of the Goddesses presence too.

    My tree knowledge has also grown. I have to chuckle to myself when I think how the Goddess directed us to the home and neighborhood we live in now.
Now you maybe asking yourself why does my growing tree knowledge have to with where I live.
  Because while learning about magical trees and their uses I've come to know that many magical trees abound here.
Oak, Hawthorne, Willow, Ash, Elder, Mulberry, Walnut, Maple, Pine, Juniper to name a few, not to mention  the Elder and wild Rose bushes growing here as well.
 I wasn't aware of this when we came here. But as I've been doing my apprentice work and have learned that  a certain leaf or branch for rites, spells and potions was needed. I would come to discover the tree was practically growing in my back yard!

As for my Spring cleaning goes, as I remove old and past potency items  and replace them with fresh I am also renewing my  enthusiasm, my love and wonder with all the marvels of Mother Earth, Gaia.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Gaia, Mesa Verde and the Full Moon of May

Pink Colored May Full Moon over Mesa Verde
Climbing Down to Cliff Palace, Mesa Verde Colorado

Cliff Palace

Large Kiva at Cliff Palace

Looking through window at Sun Kiva,, Mesa Verde Colorado

Outside wall of Sun Kiva

Square Tower ancient Indian Ruins

We've been traveling.   Hubby and I have always wanted to go to Mesa Verde  especially after we had read Nevada Barr's mystery novel, Ill Wind. The book is set in this area. We planned our journey and off we went.

Knowing we would be there during Full Moon, I could hardly wait to see it rise.
And did she put on a show!
 The winds at Mesa Verde are always blowing and as they blow they move the red dust around. As Selene ascended ,the Sun shone on her through a haze of pink dust and made her glow a lovely  shade of peachy pink shade of copper.
 My camera doesn't do her justice.  I tried so hard to capture her loveliness.
 I have heard of a Copper Moon but to actually have viewed one was amazing!

Mesa Verde is well know for its Ancient Indian ruins and Cliff Palace is the largest ruin in the US. As I climbed , walked and viewed these wonders I had James Taylor's song, Gaia ,singing in my mind until it became a chant , a prayer and a love poem to Mother Earth, Gaia.


The sky was light and the land all dark.
The sun rose up over Central park.
I was walking home from work.
The petal sky and the rosy dawn
The world turning on the burning sun
Sacred wet green one we live on
Run, run, run, run said the automobile and we ran
Run for your life take to your heels
Foolish school of fish on wheels
Turn away from your animal kind
Try to leave your body just to live in your mind
Leave your cold cruel mother earth behind
As if you were your creation
As if you were the chosen nation
And the world around you just a rude and dangerous invasion
Some one's got to stop us now
Save us from us Gaia
No one's gonna stop us now

We thought we ought to walk for a while
So we left that town in a single file
Up and up and up mile after mile after mile
We reached the tree line and I dropped my pack
Sat down on my haunches and I looked
back down
Over the mountain.........
Helpless and speechless and breathless
Pray to the forest pray to the tree
Pray for the fish in the deep blue sea
Pray for yourself and for Goddess sake
Say one for me
Poor wretched unbeliever
Some one's got to stop us now
Save us from us, Gaia!