It rained in Denver last night, a strange occurrence, but one global warming will have us getting used to. The rain pleased the daffodils, tulips and scila flowering all over. And it made me want to get back to the dirt. The week before I left for VA, I was able to do some cleaning up in the yard--raking leaves and such--and it felt good. It felt soul-renewing. Sacred.
So I'm reminded of an article by my friend Stephanie Rose Bird on Sacred Gardening for Conjuration.
Here's an excerpt:
By conjuring natural and spiritual energy, knowing the language of flowers, trees, certain deity and elementals, a magical garden is easily within in your reach. Having strong intent—knowing and owning your purpose—promises the desired outcome.
Read the whole article at Divine Caroline, a site that I'm planning to spend more time at.