When Ali first approached asking if I’d be a writer here on NUP, I was reluctant. After all, what would I post about? I’m not an expert at anything, I’m not a high priestess, or an herbalist, or anything so “witchy.” I thought about it really hard and almost declined. But a part of me, the part that wants to be a “writer” wouldn’t let me say no.
It took me a while to figure out what I would write about here on NUP. My first few posts generated a lot of comments (thanks to everyone who shared a piece of their minds!) but I felt like I came off fighting too aggressively so I backed of a little.
Lately I’ve kinda been at a loss as to what to write. Mostly this has to do with the (minimum) two hour commute I have to Boston and back for the temp job I’m working at. I’m up at 4a and on the bus by 6. Often I don’t get home before 8p so it makes for a very long day.
My muse is often left without any creativity left. In the past I’ve replenished her by participating in rituals or grounding to Mother Earth in my garden. But, again, the long commute has kept me away from my spiritual group and out of my garden. And, because Howling Hill is on the market (I will send you a link. Serious inquires only please), I didn’t want to plant all the seeds I bought just to move before harvest. Because gardening and grounding are so important to Wolf and me we did put some seeds in the ground: onion, potato, spinach, and sunflowers.
The onions are doing so so. The cool wet weather central New Hampshire has been mired in has been helping them and the potatoes but not the spinach. The sunflowers are doing well. The catnip, oregano, and horseradish are doing well also.
On the wild side of our yard, the strawberries are in full bloom. Wolf and I noticed they have spread all over the yard in places they were never in before. The blueberries have also spread but I have not seen any flowers as of yet. The blackberries have flowered and been pollinated and now hard, green buds cover the blackberry plants. It’ll be a good berry season I think.
When it comes to the wild berries in the yard, I contend with the local wildlife. Honestly, I defer to them. After all, I have access to food all day and all year though they do not have the same “luxury”. Besides, how can I shoo away such total cuteness? So I may only get one or two strawberries to eat each June but that makes them all the sweeter and special to me.
Last night when I got home the electricity was out but it wasn’t dark yet. Dusk was settling in so I went out in the rain and thanked Mother Earth, Father Water, Grandfather Sun, and Grandmother Moon for their bounty. I grounded by walking around my garden looking at each plant and noticing the changes. I ate some strawberries and fed the mosquitoes. I offered up some of my bounty to the animals in my yard. And I felt a whole lot better.