Listening is good, but taking action based on what you’ve been told is even more important.
Thinking about that lesson on all kinds of levels. And marveling at what can start happening through this practice. We’ve been relating to the spirits of this home in a new way and wow! The old roses that haven’t put out a bloom in the 9 1/2 years we’ve lived here have branches covered in fragrant, deep red flowers all of a sudden today!
There’s a lot of noise in western culture, and I’m feeling even more encouraged to listen deeply to what’s under the words, to dig into the histories, root out my own biases... reminding myself to stay curious and flexible, and do the things that have asked to be done.
This story has two parts. First. When I was almost 6 years old, my dad made us work benches for Christmas, and gave them to us complete with little toolboxes filled with the essentials. After the big day he set up the benches in his shop in the garage so we would have a place to work along with him. Once in a while he would sit with us to teach us how to do something, but much more often he just kept scraps and extra nails around, and made sure we felt welcome watching him while he worked on his projects. I love to build and figure out how things go together and to make things I need, and I love how my dad is always with me when I do that.
Part two. After reading some words a friend shared about asking the spirit of her garden what plants wanted to grow there, it dawned on me that after living in this house for almost 10 years, I had never reached out to the spirit of this house, tons of work with the spirits of the land and some general thanking of the house, but not once directly reaching out to the spirit of the house, even to introduce myself. We’ve struggled living here, and though there are things that we love about the house, and neighborhood, it’s also very challenging at times. So I reached out, humbly and with grateful heart and words, and am now falling in love with the spirit of this house and another spirit who looks out for them. One of their first requests was to have a little shelf where we can leave gifts for them, and they love it when we bake bread, and when we read.
So I used my childhood toolbox today while building the little shelf for the spirits of this house in honor of their request.
There’s a lot of work to do these days. To me, it all hinges on decolonizing my mind. It’s really fucking important. There are lots of resources out there if you’re interested in exploring an animistic world view and decolonization. The work of Sherri Mitchell and Daniel Foor have been super alive for me lately.
Practicing mother, weedwife, animist, human, who's very thankful to live on the coastal plain of Southern Maine, in Wabanaki terretory, near a place called Owascoag.