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| Potholes - Salmon Falls, Shelburne Falls, Mass |
My weekly posts have turned into monthly, it seems for the moment. A post full
of images, but maybe not so much writing. Its a good day to post as the remnants
of a tropical storm passes through, bringing steady rains and cool temperatures.
The month of May began with steady garden work - and an injury when a board I
stepped on flew up and put a screw into my lower leg. Not such a bad cut, but I
hadn't had a tetanus shot in a long while. Being chemically sensitive, I dreaded
getting the shot, but knew it was needed. I might be down for a week or so in
response to the shot, but better than getting tetanus. Unfortunately, when I
went to the clinic, I discovered that one cannot get just a tetanus shot right now,
it is bundled with several other vaccines of viruses that are running around. For
a chemically sensitive person, this increases the risk of having a reaction, so I
was not pleased. And, so, the slippery slope of illness ensued.
A slight infection in the wound might have cleared up easily, if I hadn't been
so exhausted from my reaction to the shot. A week of rain flattened me as it
triggered my mold allergy and a sinus infection, and, on top of my already
shaky standing, it was just too much. Luckily, I have a wonderful alternative
health practitioner, and am on the road to feeling better. The rain today has
increased the mold in the air, and all energy has drained from me. I might have
skipped all this information, but I thought I'd share as often folks don't quite
understand the challenges of not being able to handle the typical medical
routes. Healing for me can take longer, and for years I just muddled through with
self-perscribed herbs and homeopathy. The good news is that I am now working
with such a gifted healer who is helping me pinpoint the root causes of my
sensitivities and, though down at the moment, I am feeling a deep shift in my core.
At the end of May, my father visited from Florida for a few days.
We took a day trip to visit some places with stones. Above, Dad stands in
stone art garden. Below, Dad's hands at the potholes at Salmon Falls,
in Shelburne Falls, Mass.
Both the naturally occurring stone formations at the falls and the
human-made stone work at the Sanctuary are equally amazing. I was pleased
to share them with my father, as he says that he doesn't miss the cold and snow
of New England since moving to Florida, but he does miss the stone.
During the days of illness, I put whatever creative energy - or whatever
energy I had at all - into the gardens. Cleaning up winter refuse,
and working on the Woodland Garden in the rear of the house.
It is truly a place of sanctuary and healing for me. I worked for a bit,
then collapsed in a chair for a while to rest, then back to work.
I managed to get a lot done, in between rests and long afternoon naps!
On the last day of May, I gathered with two dear friends,
to co-create a ritual to spread my mother's ashes in the Moss Garden.
She loved the ferns and mosses here, and, shortly after I moved to RavenWood,
shared that she wanted her ashes spread in the Moss Garden. Our ritual was simple -
we sang with drum and crystal bowl, and I walked three circles around the
garden sprinkling ash. I feel blessed to have the essence of my mother
mingling with the beauty of the land, and look forward to feeling
how this might change my relationship with the forest.
