Awakening from our Dreams

Greetings, Lovers of the Green,
Bright sun and shadowed moon
Bring me deeper into my physical presence in the world
The season of awakening from our dreams is upon us
We have dreamed the dreams of our desires
We have birthed ourselves into a new world
And now we are ready to open our eyes
I see...
A pair of bald eagle dance together in the air above our farm
Their cries are soothing and wild.
From out of the soil comes Chickweed, subtle, sweet and potently present
Poppy leaves return at the top of the Goddess garden
Wild turkish tulips wave their new bright green leaves
Catkins dangle from hazel, alder
Apples plump to reveal a bud of leaves
Pussy willow reminding me of my childhood life outside
I know that somewhere nearby cottonwood drips with resin

What is it we wish to see in the world this year?
Let us begin it.
Be it.
Embody it.
The world cries a wild and soothing call for us
To mate with our deepest yearnings.
Let us open our eyes wide
To life’s potent, subtle and sweet possibilities.
May it be in Beauty.


A shamanic exercise to initiate awakening from our dreams:

• Go outside where you live where there is a natural setting, trees, plants and some open space.
• Close your eyes and notice your breath. Breathe in and out 3 times.
• Now imagine you are just awakening from sleep, eyes closed and you have just dreamed a dream of all that you desire.
• Open your eyes and what do you see.
• Do this several times. Each time taking note of what you see when you open your eyes.
• Give thanks for what you witnessed.
• Now speak outloud an intention for all that you desire.
• Take time in the next weeks until Spring Equinox to speak this intention to others.

Green Blessings,
Julie Charette Nunn, Crow's Daughter

I had tasted Hawthorne

There is a tree that
grows wild in Seattle.
Her name is Hawthorne.
She is an initiate
of the sexual mysteries
and offers her teachings to those
that dare enter this realm.

I was a budding herbalist, back about 13 years ago. I had tasted Hawthorne flower infusion and decided to go in search of the blossoms in my neighborhood park. It was a cloudy, late April day. I walked to the tree I had discovered a few months back. I gently pulled flower and leaf from the tree, feeling so vulnerable and so peaceful in this task.
I returned home and laid these flowers on a dish cloth to dry.
That night I dreamed of having sex with the Hawthorne tree.
This dream had an other worldly flavor and awaken me to a undiscovered and deeper part of myself. I wrote the following poem in response:

I dreamed last night
I lay on the ground
Next to you
My heart beat rapidly
My body smelled of sex
I writhed on the ground
In ecstatic connection
To you
It must have been dawn
The dawn of an age, perhaps
And I was your captive
As well as set free
To embody my dreams
Of (w)holiness.

May it be in beauty.