08/16/13: Sacred Space / Four of Wands


In the Gaian Tarot’s Four of Wands (Fire), we see a woman with her magic circle about and four candles,  presumably in the four quarters (compass directions). This woman is undoubtedly getting her “ritual on” under the full moon.

Now, I frequently read the Four of Wands as a safe haven—the happy home, and that certainly applies here in that she’s set up her own sacred space. But this version seems to also emphasize to the rite of passage nuance of the card as well. Often Full moon rituals are those of maximizing, gain and drawing in what you want.

Take a minute today to consider your space—physical and energetic. Is it full of what you desire? Tidy up if need be, getting rid of what does not serve you. Then claim yourself a corner, an oasis, a tiny chunk of real estate to serve as sacred space and safe haven. This is an act of creation, symbolic of what you want to create in your life. I don’t care if it’s a real-world, physical space or an astral plane space or a listening-to-Nina-Simone-makes-me-feel-good space.

Just make it yours. And populate it with what you want. It matters.

Do you have a sacred space?

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Squirrel Put in a Good Word for Me


“Hey, Mister Squirrel. Make sure you let the Nature Spirits know, that I’ve been looking out for you and your friends, okay?” I asked politely.

I think it’s the least they could do, after they chewed through my hose snacking on the birds’ Sunflower seeds, and dug holes in some of my potted plans. The chow down daily on the fancy, fruit and nut bird seed, and never clean up after themselves. They kind of owe me, as they are not always polite guests! But I remain a good natured host.

Truth is, I have a soft spot for squirrels, even if they are occasionally obnoxious.

“And the fairies,” I added, on afterthought. I’ve heard, fairy-types can be cranky if you offend them. Don’t need any of that. Plus, I don’t know if they and the other Nature Spirits always get along. They may not be talking. Who knows? Maybe too many Divas or Diva-wannabes.

Well, he must have done what I asked. A couple days later, what did I find but a feather, inserted into a flower pot. The positioning struck me, like a little flag planted.


And firmly planted it was! You can see how far down in the dirt it was by by comparing the photos. The dirt wasn’t in the least bit squishy. But there it was, planted in the Cockscomb pot, big as day.

It isn’t a perfect feather, but who am I to criticize? It’s better than I could produce. I still like it.

Maybe they’ll help my plants bloom, or keep those pesky bees and wasps that have been hanging about from stinging me. Maybe they’ll send special bird visitors. Or maybe, they just won’t let the squirrels act up quite so much any more! Wouldn’t that be ironic? Ha!

Anybody else talk to squirrels?

Sacred Garden Infographic

You know what? It’s humble, but it’s utterly mine. Click for full size.


Do you have a little sacred space?

Moonflower Sees Me


Blurry, waterlogged Moonflower

I saw my first Moonflower bloom. Moonflowers are a relative to Morning Glory that bloom at night. It amused me a little, that they bloomed the first time at the full moon. Aptly named, huh?

Gifted with a pack of seeds, I had planted them way back in March, I think? Soaked the seeds and plopped them in a pot with my Morning Glory that went crazy. (I credit CJ’s Lunar home and Garden help for the Morning Glory’s liveliness. Looking up the site to link, I laughed when I saw the background picture she has up. Hello, Moonflower!)

I had believed my Moonflowers just didn’t make it. I had already mourned them.

“Ah, it’s because they are Moonflowers,” I said, maybe aloud. “They finally bloomed for me because I’m looking at my shadow.” Because you know, in my world, NOTHING ever “just is.”

Parts of me are just like these Moonflowers. I have hurts I thought were long dead and gone, losses I’d thought were already mourned and done with. I’m an awesome psychological gardener, after all! But some have taken root deep in the soil of my psyche. Alive and well, the wind through my everyday world unnoticed, hiding amongst the louder, sunnier flowers. I had no idea what was still growing. I also had no idea how they may have impacted any of the other flowers.

Moonflowers are supposed to be fragrant, but I didn’t think to sniff. It was early morning when I took this picture. I’d been up the night already, excavating in my gut, hoping I did what I needed but too muddled to know and too tired to figure it out. I tried very hard to face my own faults and even harder to feel like I’m good enough despite them. I felt every bit as blurry and waterlogged as this picture.

Now, I am feeling better. I ‘m thinking that knowing what’s growing in your psyche’s garden is the most vital information. The Moonflowers have a place, just as all my experiences have a place in making up who I am and what I value. If I’m able to not deny their existence, I can care for them appropriately and appreciate what they really have to offer. My history gives me a compassion and understanding that was hard-earned; failure to integrate the difficult parts makes it impossible to also appreciate the blooms.

Do you have Moonflowers (physical or metaphorical)?

05/02/12: Healing Emotional Triggers | King Cups

I wrote not too long ago about losing my lilies, and how I found myself over-the-top emotional over the whole thing. I knew I was too upset given the circumstance.

As I often tell my Tarot people, if you get emotional responses out of proportion to the stimulus, dig deeper. Understanding you’ve been triggered, pain can then become an opportunity for healing.

Today, we’ve got the King of Emotional Triggers, aka the King of Cups, associated with Fire in Water. Kings are active (Fire) and in the Water element, it’s an emotional or intuitive-based action. You know. Like healing.

With those divine, healing hands hovering over the head and gut, It makes me think of wiping out thought patterns to relieve pain that eats away at you. Or charkas, maybe: seeing the truth (3rd eye) impacts your sense of contentment (2nd charka). But regardless of how you achieve or visualize it, who couldn’t use a little healing?

I knew those lilies were “roots” to me—the product of planting with love and maintaining through ongoing nurturing. I didn’t so much realize they were also the roots I felt from my family growing up, or the roots I tried to give to my children, in hopes of helping them bloom. But there was an energetic connection for me. Once I got what was being triggered, my feelings over it made a lot more sense.

And like with my family and my kids, I lost these roots suddenly and without warning. What I treasured was cast out as if without value. Triggered! Tears flowed on behalf of much more than 10 feet of lilies removed from outside my kitchen window.

But you know, tears are very cleansing. Reflection clarifies. The King of Cups is going to take action to heal. So I planted new lilies, finding myself with a greatly enhanced appreciation for all the other beautiful flowers in my garden.

Honoring the losses, followed up by appreciating remaining love that so clearly surrounds, seems a damn good prescription for healing to me. You think?

How do you go about healing?

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Foolish Friends: Sacred Gardening with the Help of Auntie Moon

I’m excited to plant my new seeds, arriving to console me after the Great Lily Massacre. But I’m trying to give it special care, extra attention, too. I want these plants to be magical–planted at the right times, astrologically. Blessed and tended with intention of spiritual feeding, you know?

I want the sacred garden to become more sacred! I know I don’t need 100 acres or rare, hard-to-find plants that only appear on holy ground or something. Grandiosity isn’t required for spirituality. But intention, focused energy and channeling love makes anything more sacred. I’m always looking to turn up the divine in the everyday.

So I’ve started following Auntie Moon’s Lunar home and Garden. This is a fun and practical little blog by astrologer and all-around-sweetheart, CJ Wright. She shares the astrological timing our ancestors used for planting and doing household tasks like you’d find in an old school almanac, but updated to fit the principles into modern life and backyard (or in my case, patio) gardening.

I was glad to realize my bulb-planting frenzy was timed to thrive, although I’d certainly not figured it out beforehand. Having held off on the seeds waiting to get pots, now that I’ve got them, I’m itching to go. I’m kind of an impulsive gardener.

But a check with Auntie Moon’s weekly post tells me this Thursday is probably the day to shoot for–a rare opportunity with the Sun in Taurus and the Moon in Cancer. I also like Thursday being associated with Jupiter, so I’m thinking that’s when I’ll make my move.

So for now, I’ve got several pots set out and full of potting soil, ready to go. I’ve been setting my intention each time I go outside, just spending time looking at those pots, appreciating the dirt, the earth itself they’re filled with, and looking forward to the beautiful plants that will grow there and feed my spirit with joy as I appreciate them. I’ve said blessings. I take broken gemstones–those poor souls I’ve dropped and shattered–and place them in the dirt. This gives the stones opportunity to get back to the earth and continue to serve. I like to think it makes them happy.

Since I’ve started this, I’ve noticed a great many butterflies visiting me, each time I go outside. This makes me very happy. I think my Sacred Garden is already more sacred. Don’t you?

Do you garden astrologically?