Grounding

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September 9, 2017 by Judith Liebaert

I spent a few very pleasant hours this sunny autumn afternoon grounding myself in nature. It’s something I don’t do as often as I’d like, or should. If only I would remember how good it is for me to get away from my work/the tech screens and out of my head.

Being outside, whether rain or shine, working or playing, draws my energy back down into my body, to my lower chakras. It reminds me that I am a spiritual being but very much captive in a fragile human form.

Today I spent my time outdoors harvesting herbs from my garden gone wild—mint, culinary sage and native prairie sage, gently cleaning them, stripping any browned or spotted leaves and layering the best of my crop into my drying basket.

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My back porch makes the perfect drying room, facing the south and west it gets toasty warm in the late afternoon. The two exterior walls are brick, so it holds the heat for hours after dusk. With only one window out of range of any direct sunlight, the herbs can dry naturally on top of the high wardrobe without any discoloration caused by oxidation.

My back porch smells sooooo good, spicy and savory scents filling the 10×10 space. Dried Bee Balm and Mint

There was a previous crop of mint and bee balm in the basket all dried and waiting to be bottled. I can’t explain why I derive so much joy from seeing these natural, organically grown herbs filling up baskets, coffee filters and jars.

It’s magical, when you think about it. Shoots poking up through the dirt from scattered seeds or roots that laid dormant through a frigid northern winter. Coming to life, reaching for the light, budding, flowering and, eventually, dying back again. There is comfort in knowing they will return and live again next year.

The cycle of life, the manifestation of energy transformed through seasons.

A dear friend passed away earlier this week after first beating cancer several years ago, but then being stricken by Progressive Supranuclear Palsy. It was a long but valiant leaving; I don’t believe I ever saw him without a smile on his face and a cheerful disposition at the ready. I’m sure he had difficult moments and moments when he was being difficult, but in the loving care of his wife he continued to enjoy social engagement to the last. I’m guessing he didn’t waste a single day worrying about what was to come.

He is transformed; his spirit is free of the body that progressively limited his final years. He lives now in the memory of his wife and sons, his grandchildren, father and brother and his many friends.

Rest in Peace Mikey. May your spirit soar and your memory be eternal.

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I’m blogging every day in September (or trying to) along with Effy Wild and an amazing tribe. Read more about that here.

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9 thoughts on “Grounding

  1. Your post is full of fabulous reminders for me ❤

  2. Zoë says:

    I don’t have green fingers. The only herbs I can keep growing consistently are Rosemary and Lavender, I guess they are too tough for even me to kill. I did used to have small patch of camomile lawn right under the rotary laundry line but I stopped taking care of it and the grass took over that space.

  3. Ah yes magical! I can understand how much joy you get out of all of this. I would love to have a vertical way to grow so I wouldn’t have to bend over so much. Maybe I will find it.

    Sorry for the loss of your friend ❤

  4. Leslie Didier says:

    Judith,
    This sounds like complete bliss! Nature, grounding, sage- all things I adore. Sending love on the passing of your friend Mikey.

  5. Ann says:

    Beautiful photography as well; I’m sorry for your loss but it sounds like Mikey was a beautiful soul who was ready to go higher in the journey.

  6. pantheartist says:

    So many beautiful things in this post.
    Your drying basket makes my soul sing.

  7. Sal Scheibe says:

    A beautiful post and a wonderful reminder that I really need to harvest some herbs before the cold really comes. I’m sorry for the loss of your dear friend. ❤

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