Seeds of Potential, Part 2: As without, so within; as above, so below.
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When the spring rains are on hiatus for a few days, the moon and stars are a beautiful sight in my night sky!
Greeting the moon reminds me that the magic is indeed in the manifesting and it is moving through me like the runoff in the streams and ponds below the house. Seeking to assert its power and leak out to overflow my boundaries and find its way into all the places that have been in dormancy too long, waiting for the promises of spring after the gifts of cakes and ale on Brigid’s overflowing altar are mere crumbs and memories. Grateful to this goddess who now releases her magic and summer promises of blessings to come.
Home gardening has become a popular hobby since the pandemic began last spring. Stargazing and astrology as well. As above, so below. Humans tend to look up for inspiration, after all and it seems that we are now, again, looking down at our lands and our hopes and dreams for it.
As above, we sent a Rover to Mars to understand the red planet that is our neighbor. And we look at our Sun, moon and stars, not just for inspiring beauty, but to help us understand the nature and creatures that inhabit this Earth, in relationship with, and to, one another, as the planets and stars and other heavenly bodies revolve in relationships, as well.
So below, as Earth has been dealing with climate change and climate crises, nature’s solution is to cleanse and begin again, rebuilding the garden wherever she can work her regenerative magic. Humanity has begun the work of saving ourselves, and our Mother, from the effects of Us - a worldwide pandemic - banishing the collective sense of doom in the wake of hopeful signs that the worst might be over. We bury our dead and we plant gardens of hope- seeds of faith that as divided a nation as we have recently been, we can still find common ground and ways to come together to till the soil of our common ground and plant seeds of forgiveness, joy and compassion.
I’m giving my attention to my two gardens: I am planting mugwort, marigolds and zinnias for magic, nasturtiums, borage, and basil for Joy! Tomatoes, always, and probably peppers and beans to feed us and our neighbors and friends. And in my writing garden, I’ve planted mystery, magic, dreams, hope, love and miracles.
Mugwort by Allison Koch
