El Camino de revedecer

Reverdecer- means greening again in Spanish,  as in after winter or drought.   

Hildegard von Bingen, ( a 12th century mystic nun who left us a remarkable body of work, and music) called it Viriditas- The divine power of greening literal translation from latin: green truth.

For me, the concept of Reverdecer is about the entwined work that earth, and our souls need at this time.  Nourishment and care that encourage tender new growth. 

I can feel energetic knots, or negative attachments in my clients, and the land. I work to assist in unblocking what I am perceiving, so the innate life-force can move freely.

I am an energy healer but very much grounded in connection, and reciprocal dance with nature.

We are of course timeless beings, and have aspects of self which are non-physical.  But I see spiritual practices which deny the body, and our relationship with our planet as disassociated.

I study and sometimes incorporate shamanic work in my sessions, as these traditions are the crossroad between the consciousness of humans, nature, and other quantum states.

Science is only beginning to understand why techniques such as drumming and plants are capable of healing.  What is often most interesting to me is sound and medicine can bring the person to the same place. 

Although I study these developments, my approach is not dependent on that which can currently be proven.  The shifts I experience, see, and feel are enough to know.

What follows below is a little bit about my activation.

I have always had a strong connection with The Earth, and one foot in the Otherworld. When things got dark for me, I had the sense to pick myself up and go, in spite of how hard it was at the time. Knowing intuitively that only nature could help me hold the burden I was carrying. And that on the path of pilgrimage, the journey would be healing, even if the destination was not.

Sedona was calling me, but I explored as much as I could along the way. All the while listening to the audio book “Braiding Sweetgrass”  a plea, and lessons on how to live in harmony with our country by an indigenous ecologist.

I wept and wept at the stories; of Sky woman and Turtle Island, of the residential schools, of Robin reconnecting with her heritage through learning even scraps of the critically endangered Potawatomi language. 

I had visions, memories of lives lived on the territories I drove through, collective purging would rack my body and, I would have to pull over to ground on the side of the road in the hot desert sun.

Among the sacred mesas of Abiquiu, I sat with a canyon carved by time scarcely touched by human hand, and she spoke to me.  I am not being metaphorical here.  I heard her in my heart like a bell.   

My “other mother” she said, not the one who birthed me, but the one who has held me every step since. I saw the way she had always been there, especially when I was hurting. I understood it has always been this way, and felt the pain of separation in the way we live.   Madre Tiera, Gaia, Mother Earth, Pachamama. Tontanzin.   Now illuminated, the truth was so clear.

I made it to Sedona riding waves of Syncronocity.  Bought my first sound bowl, and began working with the land intuitively.  First with the vortexes there, and throughout the Southwest.  The waves of sadness began to subside. .  The overtones of the crystal, and my voice broke up the thick dense pockets of emotion.

Deep in meditation, I met my spirit animal all. I was camped at the base of a mountain in Colorado I later learned was sacred. No accidents on this road.

When I arrived home, I made plans to travel to Ireland for the first time with my step-sister that fall.  Inspired to reconnect with my own scattered ancestry.

As we drove the misty one lane highways, I ate blackberries until nearly sick, and found four leaf clovers at the Hill of Tara. I collected a scant handful of liberty-caps found moments after making an offering at Loughcrew Cairn. A gift it seemed, straight from Éirinn as we were getting to know each other again.

I revisited Gaelic songs, and wept from joy and sadness, from Donegal, to the Cliffs of Mohr, and back to Dublin as more memories engulfed me.   How can you remember a place you’ve just arrived?

We had recently been attuned to level two Reiki, and worked in service to restore energy lines at sacred sites, each of us aligned to different stones, or vortexes along the way. My departure coincided with the funeral of Queen Elizabeth. We felt a collective shift.

The Following year, I would go on to study with Peia and Nessi Gomes, quit my job, and visit 8 countries throughout Europe, working in tandem with my sister again.

We began on summer solstice. From there we went on to visit dozens of sacred sites, cathedrals, monasteries, ruins, holy wells and monoliths. From England to Wales, France, Spain, Andora, Portugal, Morocco and Scotland. The pace was almost frantic. Divine guidance, synchronicity and timing so specific it was often comedic in effect. We were each connecting in our own way, sometimes called to move energy together, but often channeling separate songs, and receiving unique downloads on to how to proceed.

Although I have made more formal studies, and will never stop learning, my apprenticeship has been directly with the Earth and Source. A path available to anyone willing to “Go to the well” as they say.

Awen.