This is a reality I witness a lot of people struggle against. Wanting a straightforward path to follow their hearts. A clear step-by-step A to Z process. They feel confused and disappointed in search of their hearts in this way.
Over the years I’ve been asked the same question in different forms. The essence of this question is how does the spirit world connect to our practical everyday life? And recently someone asked me this question about plant spirits.
When I follow the thread of when poisonous plants showed up in my life, I continue to discover that they called me much sooner than I consciously recognized. In fact, every few months they show me another moment in time when they called me and I wasn't quite ready to say yes. For example, recently my husband started reading a book that I read not quite a decade ago. And guess who stars in the first chapters of the book? Poisonous plants :)
From the impact of childhood traumas to the ancestral burdens we carry, there is wisdom in the poison of our wounding.
Recently I was catching up with a dear spiritual friend of mine that I haven’t spoken to for quite some time. But we’ve had deep spiritual conversations and attended retreats together on and off for the last eight years.
Bridgekeeper. This is a title I heard given to me from the Spirit world many years ago on retreat. It’s a word that keeps returning time and time again. During meditations. During dreams. Synchronicities. And during sacred reflection time.
As I’ve turned this word over in my mind, heart, and soul, I’ve come to know that part of my sacred work in the world centers on bridge keeping. Which of course makes me a bridgekeeper.
Plant and fungi spirits have the power to bring us back into wholeness. Supporting our stuck grief to move and tears to flow. Accessing parts of ourselves we disconnected from and left behind to feel safe. Softening the hard edges of our inner protectors. And opening us up to the joy hidden in the crevices of our hearts.
Plant and fungi spirits are my cherished teachers and elders. Loving powers that hold me during my most vulnerable and raw moments.
Whether it’s returning from a ten day silent meditation retreat. A wilderness excursion that cracked you open to something deeper. A big dream that serves as a portal to your Soul. Or a psychedelic/sacred medicine ceremony. Integration is where the rubber hits the road. And where we bring the gifts of a sacred experience back into our everyday lives.
Brushing these dreams off as unimportant and irrelevant. And pushing them aside when we cannot find a purpose for the past showing up in the present.
But this is a mistake. Because there are reasons the past haunts our dreams. What are they?
An ethereal feeling dream left her waking up with a sense of urgency to figure something out… But what? She felt irritated.
I was attending a sound bath. Something I had done many times before. But this sound bath was unlike any other. Because it opened me to remembering my childhood sexual abuse for the first time.
Once opened, memories continued to emerge for weeks. And nightmares became a regular occurrence.
Magical butterfly creatures beckoned her to leave her friends. And head into the forest. As they sprinkled her with magic dust, she felt herself come alive. Fearing she couldn’t take more of this expansive feeling she ran away. On all fours.
Who she met surprised her. A powerful old woman who said she had a gift and a potent message: “open your heart.”
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