“If on such a night we could remain behind in the Garden,
we might be treated to a wondrous sight; hundreds of fairies
hastening to the ball, and Linkmen running in front, bearing
the winter cherries that serve as fairy-lanterns…”
From “Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens,” J.M. Barrie, 1906;
Scarlet Ibis (Eudocimus ruber) by Bjørn Christian Tørrissen. This Ibis is
restricted to the northern third of South America where it occupies a number
of aquatic habitats, ranging from mangrove swamps, tidal mudflats, shallow
lakes, and anthropogenic wetlands where they feed mainly on crustaceans.
“Kissing under sprigs of mistletoe is a well-known holiday tradition, but this
little plant’s history as a symbolic herb dates back thousands of years. Many
ancient cultures prized mistletoe for its healing properties. The Greeks were
known to use it as a cure for everything from menstrual cramps to spleen
disorders, and the Roman naturalist Pliny the Elder noted it could be used as a
balm against epilepsy, ulcers and poisons. The plant’s romantic overtones most
likely started with the Celtic Druids of the 1st century A.D. Because mistletoe
could blossom even during the frozen winter, the Druids came to view it as a
sacred symbol of vivacity, and they administered it to humans and animals alike
in the hope of restoring fertility.
~Evan Andrews; “Why Do We Kiss Under the Mistletoe?”;
Snakes were revered as Goddess symbols in all ancient culture wisdom.
The Kundalini energy is symbolized as a snake coiled at the base of the
spine and with the practice of meditation rises up through the Chakras
and opens the inner eye, the sixth Chakra or as it is called in Egypt the
“wadjet” or “all seeing eye”
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
“But gradually we learn something very precious under the tutelage of these
wounds. We learn a compassion for others that replaces judging, self-loathing,
and the compulsion to find someone to blame. We learn a reverent joy before our
wounds that replaces the condemnation of and comparison of ourselves with others
that used to fuel our anxiety. We learn that the consummation of self-esteem is
self-forgetful abandonment to the Silence of God that gives birth to loving
service of all who struggle.”
This blog features poems and articles related to grief. It also posts recipes from the author of the site whose mother passed away. The recipes are healthy and simple, and were created to help provide comfort during times of grief.