Emerging from the Midwinter Cocoon
Emerging from a cocoon of Midwinter dreaming and incubating. Cleansed. Finding my footing in the new year, under the Pleiades and the growing moon, calling the mycelial threads to bear fruit singing underground messages.
It's that time of the year when the seeds are dreaming....as the star constellations and planets that map our origins in the glistening midwinter sky center above us.
Winter is the sacred season of story and dream. For my ancestral people, the Haudenosaunee, Midwinter is a time for sacred beginnings, when the infinity loop of time resets and the sacred fire must be put out and restarted with prayers and blessed new intention. It is the beginning of our ceremonial cycle, and reconnects us to the place of our origins, for we are Star People.
It is when we see ourselves as seeds in the moist and dark earth, allowing our seed coats of imbibe the StoryWater of Life and begin to crack open in anticipation of the coming spring…we must seed our prayers well in advance of the sprouting of the Earth, to nourish and feed the keepers of Life. It is an honor and privilege to tend this exquisite tension of Life wanting to bound up and bless us with abundance.
We tune the ears of our hearts to listen for the call of which seeds are asking to be planted this season....we have jars of trusty varieties that we grow as treasured companions every season, and we have the exciting promise of new varieties that have come to our hands through kinship routes of gifts.
All these seeds invisibly pulsating with the dynamic life energy that infuses us all. Many of these varieties I know with intimate reverence. They have fed my body, my children, my friends and community. Their seed song will live on in our blood and bones as we pass along life from one generation to the next.
Some of these seeds have become one with the land here, having grown them here for over 7 plant generations, they are now at home here in this earth. Some of these seeds that will be planted are arriving with story from distant places and will awaken new curiosities and nourish our imaginations. Soon they will be planted back into rich earth to continue to grow us.
Each will be one part of our gift bundle to our children; we do not own these seeds, we borrow them from our children.
I'm thankful for the joys and burdens, the grief and praise reckoned with in this season of darkness.
Excited to share more from what the quiet has revealed. ✍🏽
The strength of the song of resistance and resilience of our peoples and all our relations is growing and deepening, as we grow solidarity with oppressed peoples the globe over. What gives us our power and strength is in the land, and it will never be killed. There are so many stories birthed of our frontline work ready to be told and sung. ✍🏽✨