We may view ourselves as the planet's dominant lifeforms but that doesn't mean we're the only ones that matter. Today's stories for Earthy Thursday take a look at the different ways we humans interact with the ecosystem around us, for better and worse.
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I've been examining my practices and interactions with the Elements for the past month or so. It's one of the core pieces of magic I teach in the Reclaiming Tradition. Not all magical traditions work I've been part of work with five Elements, some work with three, others work with four. I revisit this work every so often as a teacher and as a student. In my last four articles I've chronicled my explorations with Air, my connections with Fire, my dive into Water and my complex dance the Earth.And now I find myself standing in the Center.
The Cauldron of Mystery...
The highest figure of the Baltic pantheon is Dievas (Deywis/Deyws/Dievs) and is twenty ninth deity from the graveyard list. He name is of Indo-European origin and is related to Dios/Zeus. The name means both sky and god, also viewed as the shining dome of the sky or heaven shine. In Lithuanian dialects, he is called Pondzejis, Avestian, Daeva, Tiwat and Tiwaz.
In 1547 a woman haled before the Inquisition at Navarre to answer charges of witchcraft managed to outwit her captors and escape.
She had secreted her jar of unguent on her person. Before the incredulous eyes of her judges, she transformed into a screech owl and flew away through a window.
The story is not difficult to understand. The active alkaloids of flying ointment are toxic when taken internally. There is escape and escape.
I love her video and idea, connecting the "bones" of nature to the symbolism and archetypes of Tarot....
A blush of green begins
Delicate lace of wild plums
Graces gray forestscapes
Heartbeat in the forest sings
The passion of life untapped.
The soul of the world
is speaking the language of spring.
During the drought we experienced in Missouri around three years ago, a lot of the trees in our woods died. Some of them died that year, but we weren’t absolutely sure they were really gone until no new leaves grew the following year. Some of them died the following summer, probably due to having been weakened so much by the drought conditions that they couldn’t rebound. This past winter, for a variety of reasons, we decided to cut some of them down. It felt, and continues to feel, like a somewhat “selfish” decision to have cut them, like we should have just let the cycle of the forest continue its life and rhythm unimpeded by human interference. It was hard to evaluate the variables of good woodlot management, firewood procurement, and personal safety while also feeling like I was betraying my sacred spot in the woods, betraying the relationship I built there. I still don’t know whether we made the right choice. I do know that the landscape in the woods has changed now and it pains me to see what we have done.