A prayer
by: Traci Mcknight
I hope you and your loved ones are safe and healthy, and strong right now, as always, and that with the massive injustices of the world you are still fiinding room for beauty, and that one day these hopes will be reality for all people, especially those who are fighting for basic human rights and civil liberties.The contrasts of this time are so high. May we continue to root strong in alignment with the highest vision for all of humanity. May every being, every Body, every soul have access to that which is their birthright. Safety. Dignity. Peace. Nourishment. Connection with tthe earth. Clean water. Spiritual wellbeing. Self expression. Self ownership. Acceptance. Love. Justice.
Notes on Pasque Flower by Ana
Today, I’m going to talk about a less common plant ally- Anemone Pulsitilla aka Pasque flower or Wind FlowerPulsatilla is a reliable remedy for acute pain, anxiety and overwhelm. Her medicine dramatically deepens the breath, relaxes tension in the body, and helps us access a visceral sense of inner- refuge.
She reminds us that peace is possible and that our hearts can be our homes.
She’s very potent. Just a few drops of her tincture provides instant relief and shifts the nervous system into a space of softness.
She aids us in loosening our grasp and rediscovering the sense of safety that’s within us, waiting to welcome us home.
Pulsatilla also helps ease premenstrual tension, brings on delayed menses, and soothes cramping.
She is a particularly valuable ally for highly sensitive people living with PTSD
I share information about her knowing that she is a difficult medicine to come by. She’s not available on Amazon, that I know of.
I know of an herbalist, Sophia Rose, who makes her tincture in small batches, but she doesn’t even list it on her site because of the nature of the small batches. There’s also an Etsy page called The Alchemy of Artemis that offers it.
If you’re feeling like you want to explore making your own tincture, this is a good one to do, since she’s not easy to find. You can get her seeds and grow her yourself. One of the great things about making your own medicine is that you can make enough for your loved ones as well.
STILL I RISE
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.