Reclaiming our relationship with plant spirits

Reclaiming our relationship with plant spirits

Our ancestors knew how to relate to the spirits of plants. We can too.

As I continue to learn about the lost ancestral folkways of my European ancestors, it’s clear my ancestors viewed the plants as spirits. This isn’t a unique idea. In fact, this concept shows up in most folk plant healing traditions in cultures throughout the world. Each having unique relationships growing out of the landscape where people live.

Children know this too. Many instinctually speak to plants. Automatically drawn to the beauty and wonder of flowers.

How our ancestors can bring wider perspective

How our ancestors can bring wider perspective

Dreams bring us invitations, but so often we miss them. Ignoring repeat images, themes, or scenarios along the way. Or blocking them with our own personal preferences.

For years I dreamed of mountains. Dreams of:

  • Driving into the mountains.

  • Looking up at the mountains.

  • Spending time with mountains.

In other words, mountains were calling me.

Where do dreams come from?

Where do dreams come from?

Dreams are far more magical than we give them credit for. Multifaceted reflections of both the human and spiritual experiences.

If I were to sit down with you right now how would you answer the following question: where do dreams come from?

Would you have an answer or be stumped? Would you tell me that dreams are your brain firing randomly? Or would you tell me that your soul leaves your body to travel to different realms?

This topic is often contested by many. My experience is that people tend to fall into almost dogmatic camps. Digging their heels in the ground and adamant that dreams can only be one thing.

The season for dreaming

The season for dreaming

Fall is a great time to focus on dream work.

It’s a seasonal time when:

  • The veils between the worlds start to thin as winter draws nearer.

  • Daylight shortens and nighttime lengthens.

  • And the botanical world around us begins to turn energy and focus inward.

So it’s no surprise that so many people I’ve spoken to in the last two weeks are having more dreams. And vivid ones. It’s literally the season for dreaming.

Decoding dream symbols

Decoding dream symbols

The next time you have a dream with a snake in it...don't google the meaning. Google yourself.⁠

When I first started exploring my dreams, internet searching was my go-to for meanings. The problem was, the meaning didn't always fit. ⁠

For example, I’d dream about an animal. But when I searched for the meaning online I’d find patchy results. In rare cases, a website's musing on the animal felt spot on. But more often than not, I sat there scratching my head wondering...am I missing something?

When dreams speak

When dreams speak

I've always been a vivid dreamer. But I didn't always recognize the powerful messages intuition was sending me at night.

As young as age 3-5 I have a memory of one of my first reoccurring dreams. Like a thrilling movie playing on the large screen, for years I dreamt about being dragged and then locked in a prison cell. When I got older and became politically active, I sensed the dream was about being a political prisoner and this puzzled me. What young child dreams over and over again about being a political prisoner?

Is it your head or your heart?

Is it your head or your heart?

I made a surprising discovery in my 20s. While I thought I had followed my inner voice...I hadn’t.

On the surface I had a lot of success. I accomplished my goal of working in the federal government. I owned a cute brick townhouse at the end of a sleepy cul de sac. I had close circles of friends that I spent hours laughing with. But something deep inside of me ached. And the feeling haunted me.

Unconsciously I did what so many of us do. I pursued the goals socialized into me and took them as my own. I abandoned my soul’s desires and essence to “fit in.”

Slow down to listen

Slow down to listen

Intuition speaks in long sentences.

Sending messages to us in bits and pieces that span over the course of a day, a week, a year, or even years.

Have you ever recognized in hindsight how all the pieces of one area of your life fit together? Suddenly the wider perspective and clarity you wanted is obvious. But you couldn't see it before in the messy middle.

Even though I know this, I still sometimes try to push for clarity. Wishing I can nudge my intuition onto the timeline in my head versus the pacing of my soul.

When I fall into this trap, I suffer. Like a person trying to draw a map in the densest fog. I struggle to chart my next steps when I can’t even see my hand through the mist. Eventually I must slow down to surrender.