as we move from winter into the beginnings of spring, away from the flow of the water element towards the projection of spring I am asking horsetail to give me strength. to give me endurance. to make me stead fast for the hope of what I am to become. for even though we act it out in a life time, each year we get to practice moving from our deep winter slumber, our underground dreams, towards the hope and precarious uprising, our angry shout of youth where we have to declare ourselves and claim out territories so that we can embrace and choose to open to divine and holy coupling, where we flower with touch, where we shine in our beauty of vital life, where we can pay homage to this vital force everlasting so that we can gestate the fullness of ourselves in our belly’s, be satisfied in the nourishment of life that we brith and yet again offer it to the earth, to once again, in the stanch of death and decay burrow deep into the underground to start anew our winter dreaming. this year i dream that the workers collapse the systems that are no longer working and that we start to support human dignity, the right to a safe place to sleep, clean water and nutritious food.
as we move from winter into the beginnings of spring, away from the flow of the water element towards the projection of spring I am asking horsetail to give me strength. to give me endurance. to make me stead fast for the hope of what I am to become. for even though we act it out in a life time, each year we get to practice moving from our deep winter slumber, our underground dreams, towards the hope and precarious uprising, our angry shout of youth where we have to declare ourselves and claim out territories so that we can embrace and choose to open to divine and holy coupling, where we flower with touch, where we shine in our beauty of vital life, where we can pay homage to this vital force everlasting so that we can gestate the fullness of ourselves in our belly’s, be satisfied in the nourishment of life that we brith and yet again offer it to the earth, to once again, in the stanch of death and decay burrow deep into the underground to start anew our winter dreaming. this year i dream that the workers collapse the systems that are no longer working and that we start to support human dignity, the right to a safe place to sleep, clean water and nutritious food.