What Your Made Of

Wandering through Mother Nature’s Kingdom. Where she is recognised as the Queen. Her shapely legs take up all the space they need, up to the heavens she proudly reaches. She’s an ancient mother, covered in cracks and crevices, her wrinkles make her look even more beautiful. The smell of rich fertile soil, wafts through the air, luring seeds.

Admiring the joyful song of the winged angels, when a squeeky little “Oi” pierced through. I slowly turned my head left to right, in search of the noise, again it chimed in “Oi you! I’m the acorn!”

I gently picked up the Acorn that was desperate for my attention.

“Do you know how a tiny acorn like me, will grow into a mighty oak tree?”

Tilting my head back in thought I replied “How do you grow into a mighty oak tree?”

“Listen up Light One, A special formula is encoded, Inside Every Living Thing.

It’s called the Seed of Life, This pattern naturally Creates Harmony and Abundance.

If I were to fall into the trap of comparing myself to the big trees, forgetting that I’m made up of the same greatness. I wouldn’t grow. As that would be planting seeds of doubt.

So Light One, have faith, in yourself, in what we’re made of. Flower of Life, let your abundance flow it’s Your Birth Right!”

From Uprooted to Repotted

Us humans are intresting creatures.

We came from the Earth Mother, Plants that turned human.

Consider how alike we are to plants:

Just as roots draw up nutrients from the Earth. We eat food that’s from the earth.

Our bodies do the work of balancing the life giving energy from the sun, with the purity of water.

Plants thrive when they’re in a community; picture a lush forest. We also need each other for friendship and support.

Plants require a home. Some form of stable ground where they can spread their roots.

Houses are like pots, A safe space, where we feel comfortable to spread our roots.

After travelling, I came back to my childhood pot. The shadows of my roots welcomed me back. Reconnected with my past self, Honouring the younger version of me. Thankful for how much I’ve grown and learnt.

As the plant grows, the roots take up all the space that’s available. A pot bound plant needs more earth to take in nutrients, but most are resilient enough to survive being pot bound. When they’re eventually repotted into a bigger home the plant experiences stress, until they have adjusted to their new home where they can thrive once more.

I liked my childhood pot, but had outgrown it. I felt a call to live in a totally new place. So I made myself homeless again. With a handful of my belongings on back, I drifted through England.

Uprooted, living in hostels, no stable ground to claim as my own, it dulled my light. I was in survival mode, didn’t have it in me to do what I love; create.

After relentlessly messaging landlords, I eventually found a pot I could call home in Exeter.

The first few days I was feeling down in my new home. The air was really thick and muggy, which added to my blues. Sleeping with the windows wide open, but no breeze graced me.

One day I was woken up at 5:30 am by heavy rain. A wide smile spread across my face. Thank you beautiful rain! I ran outside dancing, singing “FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN…”

I looked up the song, and the lyrics resonated so well with my situation. The universe is always talking to us. I’ve linked in the version with the lyrics so you can dance and sing to it too!

Thanks for reading! Expect more regular posts as I’m feeling the divine creative energy run through me.