Allowing the wild

Today I am Wild.

I have made the mistake oftentimes that I need to always carry my children with me on my journey. Frustrated that on a day when I want to embrace nature and have a bit more of a fluffy gaze on life, faded at the edges, softer, dreamier, the demands come thick and strong: can I have the tablet? What are we doing today? I want to leave Now?! Etc.

And in the blissful turn of events today, the younger two have gone out and I am here, bold and strong. Able to follow my dream time with the grounding focuses of house clearing and preparing two meals.

I can enforce this (or try to!) on my older girls who are with me here : Chill out!! Calm down!! Come for a walk!! Dance with me in the fields (well I know how well that one would go down with my blossoming girlchild!)

Or I can leave them in peace.

To tablet and organise their days as they please.

So off I stomp skip magic my way up the lane and over the hill.

Out of sight.

Tending the garden of the soul

There is a song by Carolyn Hillier that talks of the stages of womanhood: girlseed, blood flower, fruit mother, spin mother, mid woman, earth crone, stone crone, bone.

I am transitioning from fruit mother, when my delicious children were made and nourished by my body, to spin mother, where my creativity starts to take other outlets.

My seeds have been planted. I am now in my garden tending and pruning, chopping and rooting.

There is an alder tree there. I am at peace and protected. Bring back the fun!