The growing energy reverberating from the Dakota lands
draws me closer to the Earth, to all elements that make up the life in us and
around us. We are living in some of the strongest moments of civil, even just
human rights since the late 1950s, ‘60s and even the early ‘70s in America. We
are a part of history, live your part and in all of it just let your hippie
light shine.
A question I posed with a dear friend recently as we were
discussing the elemental journeys of different traditions.She indicated in her tradition the elements are traveled
with the season in which they correspond. In my experience working through an
elemental journey it can take a bit longer to see how each element works within
all seasons of the year. Her tradition intrigued me for it feels to be a great
way, as well. In fact I know once I move away from the last element and see the
next fork in the road, the basis, the foundation will continue to lie and stay
connected with the changing seasons and the influence of its elements. A stable
and ever growing path will begin. And end. And begin again.
I’ve worked beginning journeys in the past following the
elements through the seasons and I know that I had epiphanies along the way,
learning experiences, relationship successes and failures and they always
reared their head in a way that somehow mysteriously, or not so mysteriously
corresponded with the elemental experience in which I was dedicated.
So far on this journey I find myself in the same element for long
periods, with earth being a little over two years and water now finishing its
reign at two and a half years. And
during those times it’s been amazing to watch how life experiences relate to
the element and how it works with the elements of the changing seasons. I don’t
feel so much as I’m manifesting my journey as being taken for a long ride by
the gods of that element until I see all facets of manifestation. As if I can
choose any form of the element to represent me in that point in time and carry
them into the future adventures I’ll face.
The elements keep
showing themselves in different manifestations throughout the year. I've been
seeing ways they mesh or work together as I morph into the next one. As I go
from water to fire, I see steam rising in cooling jets. That’s all I see for
now. Understanding emotions through water has been a great gift, and because
I'm heading from fall water to winter earth, I feel this journey into the
depths of the earth will reveal the bubbling lava flowing beneath a passion, as
earth will be molten for me. Apprehension and excitement take the stage.
Before that there was
the move from earth to water and that transition was almost indescribable. I was caught in a remote campground with only
the Hippie tent and Ye Olde Ford Truck during torrential downpours all through
the evening and night.
My little bag of wood
chips sizzled as my kale and black beans struggled to finish cooking, and I spent
an hour underneath a tiny overhang at the campground’s little square bathroom
building in this torrential rain, lightening crashing down around me, mini-flash
floods at my feet. It was one of the most exhilarating moments.
The next morning, I
tromped through the soggy natural trails and found an incredibly lush green
grove clearing for a water ritual. Slogging further through the wood, I found
the Mother Tree, standing in a muddy swamp and overseeing her other earth
children; the water reeds nesting in the watery round-a-bout at the end of
Rainbow River. She spoke her words so clear,” I live by the blood called
waters, I swim in their muddy thoughts. My lushness comes from the life of it.”
And that’s when I knew I should bless my tears, for they bring a new life in
their release.
~ End Hippie Thoughts.
p.s. I think it’s time
to find a big fire and sit by it for a while. With drums. Yeah, that.
