I was in the midst of my spring post sapping season ritual of going out to the trees with a blend of sacred herbs, mixed with my absolute favorite herb in the world, coffee. A little sprinkle for each tree that gifted us this season, along with the woods in general as I believe it is with great support that our maple trees produce sap. With some leftovers in my bag, I walked up the path from our meadow towards a larger opening we affectionately call “the old field.” Because it IS indeed an old field from the days that Clarence’s father farmed this land.
It struck me in a moment of prayer as I started to sprinkle my leftovers along the path. As I walked I thanked the trees,the soil with all of its lovely microbes. I said prayers of thanks to Mother Earth for all she brings, for Father sky for the snow and the rain and the gentle winds that wake us from our deep winter slumber.
I felt a little bit like a flower girl casting pedals along the path to my right and to my left, and there was a sense of childlikeness that ran through my body. As I got to the top of the hill I looked over the field to see a few fresh sprigs of bright green introducing themselves to the warmth of the spring sunshine. I love this season that now seems to me like a sacred wedding; the feminine wonder of this earth united perfectly with the masculine forces of our sky and the cosmos above. I stop for a moment as tears well up in my eyes, to appreciate the gift that it IS to simply be here. To stand with total awareness in this moment of sacred union. To see all those divine forces, masculine and feminine, the bride and the groom creating together.
For ceremonial music this morning there is the echo of the sandhills from the hayfield. There are the tap tap taps of the woodpeckers in the trees And the cluck cluck cluck of the squirrels harmonizing with a sweet melody of songbirds. Bringing up the base the thump thump thump of the grouse as it beats its wings against its body. Nature’s accompaniment to this beautiful event.
It is certainly a blessed and perfect union.
As I head back to the house, I feel the excitement in my body, waiting to see what wonders spring will bring forward. I already have some of my flower seeds, and dried pumpkin and squash seeds that I harvested last season. I have a head full of anticipation and a heart full of desire to watch what abundance this sacred duo will spill before us.
May we live happily ever after.