30/07/2024
Lessons of Gorse ★ Plant Spirit Ally
Found at the edges
The threshold of the dying light
The lesson of Gorse comes sun loving and singing
Gathered around the bonfire
Telling old tales from before you were born.
It can be so hard to rekindle an inner sense of purpose and connection in these grey days. Frivolous and fickle it seems to let go of all that worry and simply dance - and yet it is needed. Perhaps more than ever.
I had stopped dancing, stopped moving with wildness and abandon, feeling the constant drip-feed of judgment and being dried out by snarking criticism.
Commentary about my body, my choice of decoration, my life-path... filled me with a quiet rage that has been simmering all too long.
Gorse came in and pricked at it, and somewhere, the inner flame began to rise. The sanctity and necessity of courage and inner flame smouldered, catching light, and urging me to surrender to its wisdom.
Gorse giggled in abundance, and broke down the door. It spoke of smiling with teeth, reminding them that beautiful golden flowers are housed in ruthless spines, and to try and grasp us against our will is foolish. It will cut you to the quick, and let your blood spill, in offering to the Old Gods of Grain who are owed their due.
It spoke of taking your power back at every opportunity.
Sometimes in silence, for not everyone deserves your sacred voice. Let the absence of your flame be felt, so when the pale imitation seeks to steal it can barely hold a torch to your creative inferno.
Oh we are the survivors, the battle-bruised, the steel-spined and the holders of the sacred flame. There is no comparison, no mock-imitation, no shallow version of what burns at our centre.
And when we unleash - we dance in the flame.
Love Joey Starry Eyed Supplies
Art - Freydoon Rassouli
