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Iris Floriography

Gifts from the soil.

Not all that is buried is gone. The earth teaches us that within the dirt there remains life.
In the richness of the underworld is a medicine that comes to us with a reminder of newness and joy.
This garden continues to reach into my sorrow. It is a comfort to feel that the dirt and soil can hold my emotions and sustain my process of change.
The history of the iris can be traced back to the #Monet and #Vangogh. It is also a symbol known as the #FleurdeLis and #Medival messages hidden in plain sight of the bloodline of European royalty. It is a reminder of the continued faith throughout the ages, a lineage of connection and a message of our own sovereignty found deep within.
The message from Iris is we are all from a deep rooted lineage, an eternal bond. The depth of the earth, the soil in your hand is ancestral. We are always standing with our beloved beneath our feet.
#Life #grief #intuitive #guidance #spiritualcoaching #prayers #goddess #gaia #earthmother #ancestors #cottagegarden #cottagelife #plantlife #iris #irisgoodnewsmessenger #fleurdelis #medivalfloriography #MaryMagdalene #faithalive #trust #floriography 


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Lines of Grandmothers

There is a sweet feeling, 
Pegging out the washing
Watching my hands age 
along the line.
This inner knowing
Of the right way to
hang the clothes.
Maybe my Grandmothers 
are talking through me 
as I peg the next to the next.
This pleasing practice, 
Embedded in my bones,
Of the women, the wind, the dazzling sun.
Did they have moments like this?
Early morning dew in Spring?
I imagine my lineage of women,peg to peg, listening to birdsong, looking at their own hands year after year.
My line of coastal dwellers, 
Salty air,
Swinging clothes in sunlight,
Clothes of colours to old worn comforts. 
Seagulls hovering for a bit of bread,
The dry lines and cold fingers,
Their hands,
My hands,
Now look the same.


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Mary Magdalene The Third Power called Ignorance

The Power of Ignorance

In this video I discuss the dialogue of the Soul. To me this passage in the Gospel is a pivotal part, as the releasing or dissolving of the Ego. Here I feel that Mary is describing Ignorance as the not know aspect of Self, a dissolving into Consciousness, the ascending of the Soul. The final words in the passage to me, say that it is a release of “those belonging to earth and those belonging to heaven”. How does that sentence then change how we view death?


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Elementals

Take me to the woods and let me stand with the trees. Let me synthesize my emotions and hear the humming of the birds and the bees….


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Grief

Grief is a vast emotion that no one escapes, if feels deep and cavernous.

Whether it be the absence of a loved one, a place, a community transformed to the loss of a situation, All is welcomed to the doorway of grief.

It can take us into the underworld of our deep soul, searching for all that is Love.

Deep Respect ❤💗❤

Photo: carved head found during excavations around Furness Abbey Ruins