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* white lilly tincture and poem/ 36/soul love saga

ch 5                    I stayed in a cute little cabin on a  lake with my family. Five miles of connected lakes left many places for us to explore on our kayaks. We would take the boats in every direction. I have been on a special hunt for white Lilly. Not only is it gorgeous and make beautiful pictures but it is really a magical all powerful healing medicine. The smell of the flower is sweet and is as  endearing as the sacred geometry of the petals. The white water lily is traditional Native American medicine and can often be found as part of  Chinese medicine as well.’ The dried root and rhizome of the white water-lily have been used to treat gastrointestinal, genital, and bronchial conditions when given orally. Externally, the leaves and roots have been made into ointments and other topical mixtures to be used to treat inflammation and lesions. The white water lily also has antibiotic and astringent properties.'(Amanda Bussen)

Collecting the water Lily rhizome is a challenge I pulled my kayak into a moose path. Through the muck and lily’s we paddled in hopes of seeing a moose to no avail. The summer sun setting and the dragon flies of every color fly past us. My daughter Zoe and I were in the same boat rowing in unison. Saving the little dragons who had fallen to their death. When out in the middle of the lake We heard a water drop kind of a noise I turned and looked into the eyes of a very dark head as it slowly decended into the water. I don’t know what it was but we believed it was a mermaid. We both saw it and it never came up anywhere else.

We continued our search for viable water lily and came into the shallows where I could reach down and grabed the roots known as rhizomes. I had been on a mission to find water lily for me to use in my healing medicine since I heard about from my teacher Chris Marano from Clearpath Herbals, one of the most energetically amazing teachers I have ever met. He broke off a piece and gave us some to chew on. the lily root puckered my mouth drawing  all of the moisture from it in a wild way. He told us it could be used as an astringent and also good for tightening the uterus.  It is very slimy but is like a stick I pull out a few feet. Take it back to the cabin and wash and peel… I cut the root up and put it into a clean jar filling it up. I take vodka or vinegar and cover the roots. Letting it set for six weeks. From there be careful to get the right lily using and identification guide because there are poisonous ones.  Here is more info I was able to glean….

“Water Lily for Healing

The leaves of Nuphar polysepala have been traditionally used to stop bleeding and a poultice may be made from the roots to help relieve the swelling of wounds.
The root of Nuphar polysepala may also be used for inflammation. A poultice may be used or a decoction may be used as a gargle for mouth inflammation and sore throats.
Nymphaea nouchali is used in Ayurvedic medicine to treat indigestion. It is called Ambal.

The scent of a water lily is said to have general healing properties.

Water Lily Magick

Water lily resonates with the energy of the moon and the water element.

The flowers and stems of any water lily can be used in spells designed to reduce sexual cravings.

Either Nymphaea lotus or Nymphaea caerulea (or both) may have been used by priests to encourage trance states and by party goers as a mildly hallucinogenic aphrodisiac. The petals would have been steeped in wine.

The petals of Nymphaea alba were steeped in wine to produce a sedative or an aphrodisiac while the stems and roots were said to have an anaphrodisiac affect.

Magical correspondences for Water Lilies
Gods: Nefertem, Ra
Element: water
Planet: Moon, Neptune
Month: July
Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Water Lily Symbolism
In general, water lilies are associated with rebirth and optimism as they return to waterways after the rains, even if they dried up the previous season. The water lily also symbolizes fertility, sexuality and creation.

White water lilies symbolize peace, purity, pleasure and spiritual enlightenment. In ancient Greece, white water lilies symbolized modesty.” (http://www.witchipedia.com)

                    I sipped my tincture

 under the light of a full moon

surrounded by a rainbow

white lilly

collected from a journey up north

where I had to row

my boat through

the thick bog following the moose trails

a mermaid goddess of the Pearl

in the lakes of Ebomee

watched as we

gathered her rhizomes

in the sitting summer sun

A journey unlike any other

 I traveled, boated and collected

cleaned + cut

poured + stirred

=all for the love of the Journey

 all for the intention of healing

health and herbals

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magik made in meals and love/ 38/ soul love saga

Our river runs through it.

Radio active pollutions.

on the banks green edge

The compression on my chest

Is as constant as my pulse to live

My heart is suffocating

To its on  beat

As loneliness settles in

A fixture that turns on and off at will

Leaking out pheromones

Unable to be kept

Bottled tight

Stranger than these moments

Passing are the simple reflections

Of what life could be

With each quick glance

Shut off valves with conversations

Prime year void of the

Connection between partners

Or desires between lovers

Trace elements of complex

Relationships when eyes meet

Or a hand touches another

Unspoken words

Magic made in love and meals

Upheaval and dismay

I clean to be strong pushing

Through attitudes and misconceptions

And never ending battles

Of obstacles that are life

Just so I  can feel the sun

Warm my skin

when ebb gives way to flow/37/ soul love saga

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when ebb gives way to flow

the cairns we spent

summers on the green river on

building to suit our esthetics

painstaking placements of rocks

on top of boulders

on top of mounds of river rocks

balancing precisely just to place one more

when ebb gives way to flow

the river flooded unexpectedly  and changed

everything

widening the  Green river

tearing through glass houses

knocking over  mounds of cairns

displacing people + tree’s

all inclusive inevitable  change

happens

I glean for crystals on the banks edge

like I glean for hope

The ghostly images/25/soul love saga

The ghostly images
of moms creations
underground odysseys
salts and subways
given time the world
will be mined
and whole towns
left behind

how our minds work
to destroy the earth
how little to recycle
how little to breath
We have left more
than footprints

wild woman/ 35/ soul love saga

Wild woman
I have felt my wild woman
in the midst of transition
a mother bear guiding
her cubs
from danger
I have felt my wild woman
as a drum through the night
by the fire
as I dance by the hot flames
rythm beats a vibration
within my body
I have felt her urge
to stay on my path
of enlightenment
to empower
my waken moments
to do what needs
to be done
for me
my family
and the world
I have felt my wild woman
inside me as I lose time
inside the midst of creation
and the transition into motherhood
I see her in my art
in my art
I see my soul
in my soul is her

purity/32/soul love saga

crane beach mass
crane beach mass

A day at the ocean is as refreshing as I can get,
the moment your head clears and you are connected to all the powers of the earth and the moon and the water.

There is that moment of connectedness as you enter the water like a baptism into enlightenment.

As your body becomes wet within the earths waters you are one. The smell of the mist the sound that fills your soul,
that cleanses you,

purity.

rain/23/soul love saga

DSCF2440Rain
Sometimes the weather feels as though it is a part of my being, belonging to me blending with my tears soaking my emotions. Rhyming with pain as it makes my body ache. A chorus of insanity falls upon the earth. Flooding our plane of existence letting everyone see how I feel. No sun shall shine from the sky, warming my insides, burning my skin. The moon and stars in the midnight sky will disguise themselves hiding mysteriously behind the darkened clouds from our curious eyes tonight.

The rain seems to follow me wherever I go, from Maine to the bottom of Mexico, making me wet from the inside out, soaking my dignity along with my clothes.

On a day like this, everything is a uniform of grey. Shadows standing tall and proud around any corner you may turn. Everybody goes on with their life in a downpour. The cars flying over thirty-five hydroplane down the streets. Splashing innocent, not so lucky, pedestrians now immersed in a mixture of oily, murky nasty water the road had willingly collected for this occasion.

Kids have no worries as they make sure not to miss the chance to jump, dance, splash and kick through every puddle they come across only to arrive home in their soggy wet clothes, dripping with muddy liquid all over their mamma’s clean floor. The pretty girls hide their hair. Brave men just don’t care. No matter where you look, what you will perceive is the drizzle falling from the sky. How the motion concurs over the still dryness that use to be.

A rainfall at night may hold us for ransom inside during the long hours of the darkness. There is a constant tapping, reminding us to listen intently to the conditions of the battle on the roof above you.  The wind is rattling the windows as if Mother Nature is trying to break in to get you. It is only the sound of her tears crying on my window of pain, reminding me of sorrow. The sound of many rain drops hypnotizes me into a transcended state of mind as they hit upon the objects of the earth in the midnight hours.

The night crawlers are having a field day playing slimming their way through the mud, grass and foliage. Outside I get high from my altered states of consciousness, I feel safe from the flood of emotion. The cats are running from one shelter from the next, trying to keep their precious fur coats dry. I observe the individual translucent rain droplets as they hit the middle of the pools of water, the infinity of circles after impact as it dissipates and becomes one adding to the mass of metallic looking liquid.

Lightening enhances the world we live in with illuminating flashes of light. When the hot and cold air fronts come together, it creates a magical sky. Incredibly ravishing electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the overcast sky. The incredibly ravaging electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the over cast sky making it scream and holler as it strikes the earth with a killer bolt. Thunder rolls the storm clouds in with a roar of warning making your ear drums vibrate with the intense sound of the storms position. Anticipating the eye of the storm hoping that it doesn’t see you. Lightening can be dangerous, but it is still exciting to me, reviving me with incredible amounts of energy with every glimpse of fire that is cast upon the earth from the heavens above. When I search the skies for a vision to ponder I find striking results in a mid-summers storm.

I have to look past the winter, for the rain is far too cold bringing on long bouts of misery that tends to dampen my spirits. The weather is  an amazing natural condition I often find that it helps to stabilize my moods, in one direction or another.

I often feel the rain is a part of my being. I take it personally for it is mine alone. During the middle of a storm, I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms. I can only giggle as the torture tickles me for the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet. From as far as I can see to the ground below my feet each molecule is a part of this universe a unity for you and me to wash our lives.
each drop is a reflection of the world we live in upside down without judgment….