Beetham ChurchSketch by Janice Salmon Shap Abbey dedicated to Mary Magdalene @shewhoisart
Mary Magdalene is many things to different people.
She is healer, myrrh bearer and medicine woman
She is consort, companion, wife, mother, sister, daughter
She is mystic, magic, miraculous
She is spirit, soul, and transformation
She is priestess, prophetess,and leader
She is roseline, bloodline, holy line
Royalty, ancestry and secrecy
However we begin the connection, the light of who She is transforms us. Her words change us, her image, the story is different to each of us. This is her mystical, manifestation of her diamond light. She meets us as we need to be met. She presents what we need, her truth is our truth reflecting back, what we need to see in ourselves.
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
Lately I have been trying to extrapolate the words that describe overwhelm, anxiety and exhaustion. This all weaves into my 50 life as menopause. But on a deeper exploration, these words that are often spelled-out towards me just seem to be off centre. You know, like an arrow shooting off to the side…that sense of not landing!
You see I had what I will call an overspilling of tears last week and I didn’t feel anxious beforehand, or let me put it a bit more accurately, I didn’t think anxious thoughts, I didn’t have worries in my mind. What happened was a bodily response to the situation I was in. It was biological not mental or emotional stress I was experiencing. I was embodying a sense, not thinking one.
This overspilling today has circled me back round to the 50 life. And here is my story for today. My body is experiencing a 50 year old life, my biology is taking me on a journey exploring the world with a new perception of the macro and the micro, the inner and the outer field of my soul as I learn from it all.
My biology has danced a wheel of hormones from my teenager years. It has been delighted in summer and been restful in winter. My biology is nature and my cycle is natural. This change takes my exuberance in a proliferative spring like energy and oestrogen productivity into a decline. My body is looking for the spring and summer phase, for the dancing to begin, for the days and nights of energetic pulses to regain a sense desire, excitement and focus. Like long summer nights of activity and the enthusiasm for diving into the pools of that which lights me up.
Today I am sitting with the body longing for the light of my passion. My body may well be grieving the loss of these phases that rise of the oestrogen that gives life to energetic delights.
So where do I now find my oestrogen-like joy? That ecstasy of life when the follicular phases has left. The oestrogen has wanned so where can I find the fullness of the moon without the bright light of the ovum to bring creativity into this world? In my 50th year what am I looking for that has the power and potential of a fertile egg to resurrect my entire being into a new life?
What has this world to offer in the current climate of birthing and creative and weaving together with all those who have sat in life’s journey so far?
What wisdom is missing from a world where creating life is at the core?
Where can I replicate my passion in the winter of age and what appears to be winter of all seasons on earth?
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