...perhaps you are growing backwards, getting younger... INTO THE GREEN (A Wildflower Festival just for you!)
Join the Old Ones, the Little People the toads, trolls, plant divas, earth grubs, sun dapples, following the sweet light of Nature all the way back to a childhood of green, green afternoons scent of wild mint, wet sage, white clover and RAIN! Let us get wet together! Drenched with the honey-bee's nectar, kneeling on beckoning cool grass. You remember making flower wreathes, catching sun motes on the wing, moving stones in the stream. Stories are being told-- and all manner of beings are here. Perhaps, you are really growing backwards, getting younger growing closer to the Earth. Perhaps, there will be a Plant Spirit awaiting just you.
Please join me in sending up a voice--as we celebrate a 26,000 year wonder of celestial choreography with the Moon, as she eclipses her mate, the Sun, directly in front of the witnessing Seven Wise Sisters, the Pleaides. ******************************************************
A Prayer For the Star People
As above, so below: thanksgiving for your cascading light, your bodies filled with veins and arteries, the magma of creation, your intelligence thundering down from such a height that you might see our souls igniting, small stars in conflagration, small fires in constellation. We too, seek orbit around light no matter, through matter how dark our stars may be.
You, Seven Sisters, held in prayer inside your Spider's egg-sac, subtle beings fierce and tender, prevailing beyond the mighty Hunter of the skies, keeping council with Fire and Ice, the Sun and Moon-- Pray for us, Pleaides, Sisters of Perpetual Motion, pray for our eternal dance.
Round and round new novas burst and we on Earth embody after-shock of the birthing Before-It-All-Began. We witness your sun-spotting, star-calving, celestial mating and midwifery, your flares and retributions turning loyal planets into cold and lifeless seas and sands--
Galactic break-ups, astronomical wounds and then, faster than the speed of light you birth another World, another universe with shining, suffering, searching beings who will try to steal your fire, reach your spheres.
We feed you now, the food of our old and captive bodies. These we shed to rise anew, rekindled, small solar systems setting sail. * As below, so above. **************************************************************