...The Language of the Stars...

Somewhere, long time ago, in the first pages of my family lineage - there was a woman who spoke the language of the stars.. She danced with the ebb and flow of the tides, honoured the cycles of her own body, and gathered with the other women for nourishing rituals. She celebrated life, and knew the secrets of life force and alchemy..

A shapeshifter, she could hold the innocence of a newborn child and burn with the fury of an old witch. Looking into her eyes, you would stand face to face with a mirror reflecting the elixirs for your own healing. If you dared to see. Her third eye was open, allowing the currents of universal wisdom to run through her like cascading waterfalls. In stillness, she would now when to pause and when to act. She was well respected in the tribe for her visionary clarity, and would be consulted by the village leaders when important decisions were to be made. Why? Because she spoke with Nature. Not over it. Not around it. All of the harm done to the ecology, she would feel in her own blood, bones, marrow, tissue and cells. Her body was beating with the heartbeat of the Earth itself. Her health was the health of the Whole.

And so she would go to the forest to alleviate her pain. To converse with the ravens, the ferns and the wild flowers. To hold council with the moss, the aspen and the stinging nettle. Knowing that Nature’s wholeness and intelligence would give her the answers she needed to create our more beautiful world. She was the Sage, a long lost Earthen force - resting latently in the DNA of every feminine ready to receive her and unravel her mysteries and truths. Close your eyes.. Call her in from the depths of your soul.. Now do you remember?