yesterday two of my friends and myself went on a gathering bush walk early in the morning..... we went to gather O'Yarrarng or Old Man's beard so that we could make our own smudge sticks... I am really quite excited about this. I am going to use eucalypt leaves, the O'yarrarng and Lemon Myrtle to make my own instead of using the sage smudge sticks. I am finally feeling a connection with this wise and ancient land that I was born to this time... it is like I have finally found that part of myself that has been missing... as I peel the layers of my SELF I am discovering who I am... I know there will be desert times but I know now how to cope with them....they will be a time for me to reflect on how far I have come, a time for this new aspect of myself that I have discovered, to settle in to where it belongs.......so we started our walk....
up the dirt path to where the O'Yarrarng grows on the exposed cliffs of the Blue Mountains...
past views like this, up stairs and along cliff edges, like this.....
I was a little worried about snakes but I thought to myself 'no, face your fears'... so a quick plea to the elementals to keep the snakes away.. and I walked on... I didn't see any snakes so I am not sure if it was the elementals working for me or if it was me stomping through the bush! Our snakes here are poisonous and we have deadly King brown snakes as well as tiger snakes.. not fun to meet them on a bush track in the middle of nowhere. I would have asked St. Patrick but just recently I learned that he drove the Druids out of Ireland, not the snakes.. so I don't like him much at all now. We walked on,'til we finally came to the sacred place where it grows.....
we stood silently and asked permission from the elemental spirits.
Certain trees in particular places are said to be under the care and protection of the Sidhe. A lone thorn bush growing in an uncultivated field is often such a tree, especially if it is growing on a sharp hill slope. The site of each tree is important to the Sidhe. It must be growing within the banks of a rath (fort), inside a fairy ring, or in a rocky field of rough grass, especially if growing near to a large boulder or a spring. The sidhe will protect their special trees. If someone harms or disturbs the tree, they will suffer, often by becoming ill.
we gathered and chatted, talking about sacred circles and bonding... such a wonderful time.... I felt like an ancient woman... I guess I am. Once we had gathered enough, we said thankyou and made our way back along the path and I spied these:
faery steps! I remembered Daisy & I use to talk about them all the time... I just had to go up and see what was there.... thinking how Daisy would have loved them... but I guess she was there with me....and I found these:
these are exactly the same kind of 'seed pods' that I saw faeries in when I was a little girl... I stood in awe of them... remembering.
When I returned home, I placed my Old Man's beard in a bowl.. then made myself a cup of tea and reflected... and wrote some words down which I think could be the beginning of a poem:
unlocked by being as one
with our land
ancient memories stirred
by a presence standing beside me
pointing the way
not quite grasping
that wisp of wisdom
that I know is there
deep in my inner soul
today I am spending time in my garden... mowing the lawn and mulching some more. The cicadas are singing right this very moment.. taking me back yet again to my childhood....
*~* I hope your day is filled with butterflies, magick, colour & fripperies! ~*~