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Letting Go

Happy New Year! As we see in the new year with slanted traditions and rituals slightly more subtle than before, the words “Seeing In the New Year” feel so familiar. These words catch me off guard this year as I say them. Words are important more now than ever, more consciously than ever. Why? Because throughout this year I have seen the magic emerge, I have had synchronistic living in 2020 and the messages go beyond the coincidental. People I have met in this last year have interwoven, hand reaching into hand (metaphorically of course) like a great circle across the globe. The power of the internet invited me to be in contact with beautiful beings that resonate the same light and spirit. Like reconnecting with a missing link, time lapses of relationships and connections so uncanny, “you can’t make this up” frequently shouted as well as “get off the Bus!!!!!”

This year has also seen so much release. The things we once held dear, held as routine, and familiar have passed. We have had to release our daily routines, our way of work, education, our greetings, meeting and saying goodbye to our loved ones. Dying and birthing have been so differently sacred. We have all felt deeply into these rites of passage with an open heart for all the ceremony gone to just a whisper of goodbyes.

We have let go of stuff in the daily life too, we have cleared out and cleaned out. We have renewed and downsized may things. We have created space for more light to enter in and for more time to be centric to the things that matter the most. This year our relationships have held us, opened us, and connected us to a higher perspective. All we have is now and right now I see my words in a different vibration across the screen.

Earlier this year a wise elder from an indigenous community in America passed on her wisdom to “use your words wisely”. That was her great message to us, Words. It is now in this time of Newness that I see this, I hear this, I say this. Words matter, words are matter, words are energy of the spoke into the ether and beyond. Our words are like magic spells that vibrate into the cosmos around us and far from us. They get passed over us, through us, stored in us and internalise us. They get written and appear on the other side of the globe in full view and in full flight. They are the magic of today and saved for tomorrow. Words are magic. What will you say in 2021? What is your message? What is your Magic?


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Medicinalmeadows….Home, Heritage and Healing

Medicinalmeadows?… people often ask about the name..

The term medicinal means “all that becomes healed”. For me that is a step towards the state of equilibrium, towards the centre and a place we identify as home. It is a “sense” of place, rather than a physical place. Our divine sense of self becomes the inner and outer aspects of Home.

Meadows is a conscious picture of peacefulness. The place I was brought into this life was a lush meadowland. It was also called Meadowlands for real! So you see the picturesque form of a peaceful place is my integration of a meadowland within.

So the sacred space I create here in this present moment, as a service, is Medicinalmeadows. It is a place to create healing of the inner self, of a home within and to consciously create your own Presence. This creation acts as your inner compass and foundation. In short Medicinalmeadows is the creation of your own peaceful presence….

Image: Janice Turner Salmon, Medicinalmeadows, Cumbria


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The Forest…Part 3…stuck in the mud…

I hear the birds at sunset as they gather themselves high in the trees. In the cabin the light fades from hues of orange, to blues to black, mesmerising me, enticing me to close my eyes. In the last light I push the table in front of the door, position the chair ninety degrees, my arm on the table top, I rest my head, my eyelids too heavy to lift…all is dark anyway. The cabin is now my shelter, a square shack, old and tired, draughty too. I have not heard the door handle rattling at night so I now sleep some hours in the dark. The wall opposite the door is made of stone and after pulling boards away from the centre to reveal a fire grate, I can light a small fire. In the grate was a tin pan, a cup and a spoon and camping flint. My feet are still so cold and I use the blanket I found here to wrap them at night. But they are so terribly cold. The fire produces some heat but it loses to the draughts eventually. The floor is made of wooden boards and the spaces between the slats means only the chair can be slept on, but dawn breaks with sun, always the sun.

My days have been spent venturing outside of the cabin. I wake to the sound of the birds, such a noise…and hunger pains.  Only a few feet away is a stream, just across the path, a safe distance to collect water I heat in the pan and drink. I found berry bushes at the side of the shack too, probably planted by the previous owner. I can survive on this for a few nights as I am sure people will be looking for me by now so if I just stay… they will come. Occasionally at midday I think I hear voices, like on that first day. I am unable to climb that embankment it seems too steep and wet  from the rain. People are close… I know it, so it will only be a day maybe and I will be found. I feel I need to remain here near the shack, to wander into the woods again would be so foolish. I would only enter the muddy paths again and the rain would purge down… like that first day. I am resolved…resolved to being found. I have no map, no compass to find my way back …I can’t be stranded again like that frozen day. No, staying here is the only option now, soon they will come…I know it.


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The Forest….Part 2 The story continues…..

I hear voices and look skyward. The light through the leaves streams yellow into my vision. I squint, the hiss of the rain has stopped. I hear birds and movement from a subtle breeze waffling the greenery. The path I came along is adjacent to a banking of terraced trees. In the darkness it looked dense and dark. In the skimming light I can now see the boarder of the trees at a high level.

“Maybe there is a wall under the foliage? I definitely hear sounds, speech or breeze? I don’t know.”

I am unable to move without pain. My feet feel as if all circulating blood had been replaced by ice. I wriggle my toes stabbing axon to axon. Cold wet and fragile, I move, yes… I move one foot with a pained gasp, my lips splutters the wetness out into the air from my soaked face. A deep inhale and the other foot is free. I flip sideways to a more solid area of grown grass. My thighs ache into my knees and this sudden movement races into my pelvis shooting metal rods into my hips. I stop, stand and bend the knees and then straighten completely to free the cramped joints.

“Do they know I’m down here are they coming to rescue me?”

I stand for what seems like an hour. I have no way of knowing how long I have been ridged into this mud. Now more alert, I have kick started a powerful force of adrenaline which now arrows through my veins. My mouth wet, now dry, tongue engorged, lips pitted and crack, I taste blood.

I’m alert, my senses have gone from exhaustion to hypersensitivity, now a different trembling is upon my muscles. There is a loud drumming in my ears, percussion on my chest wall. My eyes now are failing to see through light and give false double images, I try to blinking rapidly to regain my sight. My wet skin now pins as pores heat up the more I move. I feel my bare feet change to full dexterity but I stumble. The forest floor feels like pine needles that stab into the soles of my waking feet. The smell is becoming overpowering as if someone has thrown a damp pine branch onto a fire and the scent is carried into my brain and my nose is aching all the way through into my sinuses with the pungent poison.

I hurry, bent over, scurrying, up ahead I see a shed,

“I know this forest” and without hesitation I heavily fist the latch and shove the door open.

One room, one single room inside, one table one chair. There is a blanket on the chair as if left just for me. Someone… knew…. I was coming.


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May’s discoveries for health and wellbeing  

I have been reading Code Red by Lisa Lister. In this book the author creates a
simple way to view the menstrual cycle. The rhythms of pre-ovulation, ovulation, pre-menstrual and menstrual perceived as the seasons, spring, summer autumn and winter brings about a new found understanding for how to plan activities and self-care. Just thinking of  diary commitments and the seasons of the cycle has brought about a new respect for scheduling. Not only that, there ARE benefits to autumn and winter days that I am just discovering and bringing into being. There is a new found creativity “period” to be welcomed in at this time. If you need some ideas birthing projects or working events then working with the flow of our cycle instead of pushing against it is the message. Lisa has a friendly writing style and introduces elements of feminine history and uterine health than make you spark off on your own research trails to see what deeper understanding can be found outside of the book as well.

There are links to her website for charting and getting a little geeky as she says, with understanding the individuality of the cycle. The website has downloads to print out guidance, charts and picture wheels. Well worth taking
a look as well as the resources section at the back of the book.

 

The crystal for this month is the lovely peach moonstone, a gentle energy for the sacral chakra. It has a soothing property and is emotionally supportive. It is said to alleviate worries and bring a lift to positive vibrations, and of course, a balance to the feminine energies.

Instead of clary sage, I have been using rosemary oil mixed with lavender in fractionated cocunut oil carrier oil (safe blending). It has brought me a lift in my energy giving me a gentle wake-up on those tired days.

I have invested in the Soulful Woman Affirmation cards. These bring about a lift of positivity for the day. The artwork is bright and colourful and the words on the cards are comforting. I find there is little need for the guide book due to a good explanation on the bottom of the cards as well as the eye being drawn to the intricate artwork.

That’s my monthly round up, so what has inspired you in the health and wellbeing section this month?

Much Love,

Janice x