I felt headachy and out of sorts this morning, so I took my drum and rattle and headed for the woods. On the way, I visited my favorite rosebush and discovered there are flowers on my baby’s memorial magnolia tree.
I rattled with the natural gourd rattle we discovered just a few weeks ago in the garden, covered with old weeds, somehow having cured to perfection out there after more than two years of being unnoticed by us. I’ve made other rattles with gourds that we fill with additional materials and also decorate, but this one is perfect just as it is, on its own. A wonderful garden blessing. I drew two Womanrunes cards and got The Hearth and The Tool. These are the runes of home and of labor, which feels like a “ha ha, universe” moment since I’d just been inside fretting a bit about the complexities and realities of the home-based life we lead, working, and schooling, and creating all in the same space all the time.
In my quest for other wild plum trees on our land, I’ve come to realize that the big tree by the rocks that I’ve always called a plum, is actually a serviceberry. The flowers are always too high up for me to see very clearly, but it is obvious this year that they’re serviceberry flowers, not plum (same tree family).
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