Remembering our roots || An invitation

"To be rooted is perhaps the most important 
  and least recognized need of the human soul." 

― Simone Weil

I am currently obsessed with historical fiction. The time of Merlin, King Arthur legends, Celtic mysticism and any books that focus on telling these stories from a female perspective. Right now I'm reading The Lost Queen by Signe Pike and I use it in the space between when I'm working on my computer to take me out of my head and into a fantasy world.

These stories tell of a kind of magic that fills the gaps of my mind and offer me a place to go other than social media scrolling or overworking or Netflix binges. I take pictures of the clothes in my studio for (re)spiriting style as I listen. I chop onions as I listen.

Magic in any form is welcomed in my home and heart. In my current book they talk of the Wisdom Keepers, so this morning I decided to research a bit and then stumbled on this...

“Wisdom Keepers are the guardians of the ancient knowledge of the roots of the Planet, those who maintain the balance of the energy of Mother Earth by making offerings and keeping contact and communication going with the sacred elements for the continuation of life on this planet. They are like heroes for humanity, and are helping us all remember where we come from.” Oscar Raiz de la Tierra

That feels like a prayer and synchronicity and magic and everything we need.

I worried about going backwards, into work that had felt complete to me, but when I went back and read through the old Magic Making words I realized that I was only in the beginning of making sense of it. I had deep trust then to be guided inside of magic but I didn't have the wisdom that comes from the deepest prayers of surrender.

Now, I consider myself a wisdom seeker, no more. I long to learn and to study and to make offerings and immerse in ritual and continue to find ways to be rooted and remember my roots.

Magic Making Circle defined me in the years I was learning who I was and where I wanted to go and who I wanted to be with. There was an incredible amount of loss in that time. I look back with an extreme tenderness for she who was and what she traveled through.

I've exchanged a shot glass of tequila for a rolling pin and nights out in cities for bare feet in the earth and dirty fingernails. Bottles of wine are now jars soaking flower petals in oils. Wild chaotic drama is unearthed and unmasked and I look for adventure in the woods and in the sound of coyotes at night.

This morning as this email sends I will be roasting squash in the oven and sipping decaf staring out the window into the cold dark trees behind my house. I'll listen to the stories of Languoreth, a forgotten queen of sixth-century Scotland.

I will take a shower and untangle the knots in my hair that have woven over the last few days. Then I'll find the outfit that makes me feel the most like me now.Launch dayof something new gives me jitters of joy and faith.

I'll have five kids popping in and out of my studio filling me in on what break they are on and what has been happening in school and asking for the wifi password for the thousand-millionth time. (Why can't they write it down and why do their chrome books kick them off the wifi every single day?)

I will root with my squash and my coffee and my book and my shower and my kids and my puppies and the cold earth and the prayer I will be sending out with this invitation to circle once again.

The prayer for wisdom. The prayer for the sacred. The prayer for our healing. The prayer for our thirst. The prayer to trust the path and the choice. The prayer for connection. The prayer for our roots.

And with that, I will lay this invitation down, and continue to seek, to open, to heal.

Sending love,

xo H

Magic Making Circle 2020 has closed.