Practicing Together #8

Seed thought taken from Leaning into Mystery: Practicing Together #13.

I noticed that the oaks, magnolias, and cherry trees all started blooming within the past few days. I also noticed this song by Peter Gabriel running through my head much of the week:

Let it out and move on
Missing what’s gone
They say life carries on
They say life carries on and on and on

Life carries on
In the people i meet
In everyone that’s out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on

It’s just the car that we ride in
A home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
And life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on

Did I dream this belief?
Or did i believe this dream?
Now i can find relief
I grieve

This week, I invite in tears. I need them, and I know others do as well. We’ve held it together, now it’s time to let Water do it’s work.

Ways this could happen: I really don’t know, but allowing myself to cry and not holding that back would be a great thing.

What went well: Planted some heather (both purple and white!) and pansies; also began clearing the front beds to be seeded over the next week with herbs and wildflowers. Also, the chickens are now in their coop! Today was my first day of pooper-scooper duty—it was really satisfying to see the teenage chicken rolling around in the fresh pine chips.

Updates: Ovate work is coming along nicely. I have two Mayday activities to plan for and with any luck I can get the script for one written within the next week. I also have a sigil commission to complete, as well as some luscious new green yarn that I won in a raffle for my knitting group. Projects abound and life does indeed go on.