If you’re anything like me, you’ve been fishing through your Medicine Basket – be it actual or virtual – for coping strategies.
I spent much of the day known as Election Day in the USA as chief in charge of visioning for the garden transformation project going on in our front yard.
And, as I write these words, Wednesday morning, we’re no more done with the election than we are with the garden!
Sitting down is also a necessary coping strategy in my world. And, having promised myself no news until after the polls closed, I needed something to fiddle with yesterday.
I reached for my box of Sacred Rebels oracle cards.
This is a new adventure for me. As is any understanding at all of eclipses and planetary retrograde events. And I tell you all this, knowing that I’m making generations of ancestors and teachers pretty anxious.
I also know – because I’ve been wandering in the family tree again – that there are others who came before me whose eyebrows are raised in that uh-huh kind of way while little smiles appear on their lips.
And, yes, I am able to choose!
So… a bit of the oracle card message which jumped out for me:
…Then you will be asked to embrace the deeper journey of sacred rebellion against judgement and fear, and into passionate creativity and unconditional trust in life (Alana Fairchild).
It really is a filter thing!
There was more but, for this moment… back to the garden!
Part of what’s going to happen out there is the re-location of a 350 pound concrete pig named – yep! – Wilbur! It seems he’s tired of hiding between the porch rail and the grape vines and feels he can be more help where people can see him.
And, as pigs are often associated with positive life changes, I’m all in!
Pigs, as Spirit Animals, also symbolize the ability to stand on our own “two” feet, weather the storm, and come out even better than before. They are often a sign that now is the time to move ahead!
All of which seems like timely intentional gardening to me!
When I gave up on CNN last night, I was disappointed, but not surprised.
Grandmother Moon – bless her! – was there on the wall, whispering hope, in the form of a dream about my trip to Hungary, just before the Eastern Block fell.
One of the things that became part of my soul during that adventure was the ninetieth Psalm. Members of the Hungarian Reformed Church repeated it from memory each Sunday in worship. I hope they still do!
The part which wrote itself on my heart is this:
Interestingly, it also wrote itself on the underlayers of the painting which eventually became known as Codex, or the home of Grandmother Moon!
The rest of the quote?
…establish Thou it.
And I woke, reminded again, that it’s a really good intention for life in this moment.
So… they’ll keep counting votes in Georgia. There’s likely to be a run-off. (Don’t get me started!)
And, among the signs in my garden, Wilbur will be holding intentional space for the world we all need.
For now, my hands have painting to do. And my heart has hearth tending to do. Among work-in-progress Wednesdays, this one feels really big!
And I have 2 granddaughters growing up in this world!
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