This Bonus Post of 30-Days is is a musing on the energies of Samhain’s Veils and the Qabalistic Tree of Life….
The Samhain Tree
Artist Credit: Jane Sunbeam
I reach deep into the loamy earth. Instinct and anchoring flow through my roots and the seeding of what I will become remains as the echo of its first planting.
I stretch and reach, extending deeper and climbing upwards. Fertile earth the home of my making and the lights of the Fae guide my growth. Nurturing, gentle and insistent on my survival. I pause in the veiling of what lay below of ground and small life and what aspirations await as I reach steadily upward towards the sun and star-filled above.
Nutrients flow and the blueprint of what I can become is clear and strong. The desire for air and breath and rain and moisture are balanced betwixt and between. Each moving dynamically in flow weaving what I desire to be in beauty’s grace and what I know of the pure concept of what I may be-come.
The sun rises at each new beginning and the light fills every space of the growing girth of what I am. Heat floods through me reaching down through my roots and a truck that is sturdy and strong. Light awakens every cell within my construct and bark falls away in sacrifice to the increasing width and breadth of my form. I look upwards on sun-filled day and yearn to take my place within the splendor of its kingship. I look up at moon-filled night and remember the blessings of the vision of the Universe and my place within it.
The pain of growth sears through me like a blade rendering down and whittling into form a perfect and whole state of being. And, mercifully the cold weaves around the charred limbs of transformation and sets the newly crafted beauty of grace and green, leaf and limb entwined in a dance of fall and abundance. All is directed towards the crossing into a space that is far above the land below and promises the vantage of seeing far and wide.
But, for now I pause in this state of remaking and breathe into all that has come before and sigh deeply as the wind shakes my leaves and steady myself for what lay ahead if I choose not to falter and will myself to survive the blustery winds that could easily tear me from my path. I wait. I pause. I rise anew climbing upwards.
High above the world below. Wrapped in the ephemeral grace of gentle steady streams of sun and moon woven high above the grounding of manifest form, I hear the heart beat of the world. I feel the embrace of loving arms reaching out welcoming me to my rightful place in the heavens. I stretch and I reach out, expansive and beautiful in the shapes of tree-top’s form and the cosmos opens in welcome calling me from my slumber within the Great Mother’s bounty. The swirlings of all that was-is and can be coalesced in the sap and bark, trunk and roots that have brought me here to this space of glory and strength.
And, on the fullness of Samhain’s night Moon, the ancestors gather around me. The veils of the realms opened and I stand as guardian and guide to those who seek the wisdom of what has been. I hold the knowledge of new life itself and the canopy of my limbs offer space for those to cross over and come forward in blessed joy of greeting once again.
For one night and one day of Samhain’s calling I rise anew. I am the Tree within all. I am the shade and shelter that holds the keys to the mysteries of form and formlessness. I AM YOU…….
Note: This writing uses the principles of the Qabalistic Tree of Life as an underpinning. Want to know more?…..
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