Ever wonder how time feels to a giant evergreen, up on the side of the mountain?
I looked out at the ridge, glimmering snowily under the bright moon last night, and wondered about that.
I wondered if they feel it when a growth ring finishes, or when a new one begins in the sweet, pithy interior of their trunk.
I bet humans seem sped up to them, like a time lapse.
Maybe by their standards, we rush, restless and changing and never still.
It’s true, we go fast.
Pretty unnecessarily.
Especially considering how nice it is to be slow like the trees.
There’s a breath practice I do in rituals that helps reconnect with this slower pace.
When we do this breath practice, it feels like we’re breathing the breath of the trees and the weather and the mountains when thick cloud-shadows dance over them.
In this breath practice, each breath lasts a whole year.
Really.
We begin with empty lungs, the stillness of Winter Solstice.
Then as we inhale, we feel Imbolc, then Spring Equinox, and then Beltane.
At the top of our inhalation, when our lungs are near bursting, we sit with Summer Solstice.
Then as that breath leaves our bodies we coast down through Lammas, Autumn Equinox, Samhain, resting again at Winter Solstice.
First, I see the change in their shoulders.
As the women begin this breath practice in earnest, feeling the whole year moving within them, as if they are the very universe, their shoulders get big and broad, like a mountain range.
Their bodies look like the truck of a tree; their bodies all together like a grove of evergreens, shimmering with snow under a bright moon.
This is how, exactly how, we, these women and I, reconnect with what is real and important; how we find our way back to sacred humanity.
The tethers that are government holidays, health insurance deadlines, 4-year political cycles, and social media algorithms fall away, as if one were to hang from the basket of an anchored hot air balloon with an sharp ax, hacking handily at the ropes preventing flight.
Then, once we are loosed, no longer bound to manmade constructs, there is a whisper.
This is who we really are.
From here, I can tell what is important and what is not.
I have all the time in the world.
Its a whisper that comes from the souls of these women, finally inhabiting their bodies as sacred space, feeling into their sacred humanity.
Instead of a meat bag with a cell phone, deadlines, and a laundry list of disappointments.
It’s different, believe me.
To be in a circle, whether Zoom or in person, where women know how to drop into this deep, deep, deepest rhythm, this ancient birthright rhythm, is the very best thing there is.
Because it’s like a reset.
When we remember how time actually works, we know instantly what’s important versus what’s filler, distraction, and drama.
And when we know that, it’s game-fuckin-on.
I don’t wanna name names, but the magic that many of the women in the mystery school this year have tapped is uncanny.
Pregnancies thought impossible.
Surviving incredible illnesses.
Creative projects coming to fruition. Houses bought on Beltane. Independence gained at Summer Solstice. Babies born, projects birthed, dreams coming true.
I’m not kidding! This is stuff actually happening right now for these women (you know who you are!)
It’s what happens when we choose to sit in the throne of our birthright, present, participating, and engaged.
Our lives change.
We align with something consistent and sacred, rather than something constructed and fragile.
Earth. Self. Community. These things are magic makers.
So, how’s it going for you?
You feeling your sacredness? You got magic going on? You high-fivin’ the cosmos on the reg?
I sure hope so.
It’s what you were designed for, after all.
If you’re not, but everything you just read sparked something in you, then pay attention!
It’s time to tap into your magic and prioritize your sacred self.
It’s time join The Mystical Year, and live your magical life, your birthright.
love & evergreens,
kv
