The Project now has 30 essences collected across southern Louisiana!
There’s many more to go.
I’ll post soon on other essencing trips I’ve done. In the meanwhile, here’s a side ‘flower scouting’ adventure…
Last month, I introduced my northerner beloved, Joe, to Louisiana swamp life. We went to Lake Martin for a boat tour.
I was curious what the plants would say. It has been a year since I heard the call, and began the Project. I’ve been swept up in a rhythm I’m not setting… this project has a life of it’s own!
This is what happens:
- Folks offer land to harvest on
- Energy builds toward a harvesting date
- I dream about it at night, and during the day I am aware of the plants
- I go to the site, and the vibrational intensity and energy peaks as I make essences, and do botanical drawing
- Energy downshifts on the drive home
- The week or so after, I’m resting and integrating as I test the essences on myself
…Until the next date is set to harvest, and the cycle begins again.
And, I love it. I am profoundly happy doing this. It brings together all of who I am in life at this point.
I couldn’t make this up if I tried…
So, back to a metal boat, on the lake…
The guide maneuvers our boat through moss hung trees.
I enjoy sitting behind two passengers from another country who are dressed to the nines with fancy hat, orange hair, narrow high heels, and sunday best outfits. Their colorful dignity in a mud smudged swamp boat is amusing to me… and the visual oddity of it creates a moment of feeling out of place, time, and familiarity.
Tourists are a common sight at the Lake. This area is a well used nesting ground and rest stop on a host of bird migration trails through the South. It’s well known to the birding community. Folks come from all over to look through scopes and binocs at the Roseate Spoonbills, the Great and Little Blue Herons, the Ibis and Egret, and many more. The tourist ladies in front of us are lovely, like choice birds, or flowers, from their own homeland community. But, I am here for the swampy ones.
Joe squeezes my hand gently, bringing me back to the present moment.
I scan the waters, like a radar, sensing for flowers on the lake.
Neither sight nor sound.
Huh. Maybe they’ll talk another time.
I did, however, pick up the self absorbed, briefly assessing scan of a large sunning alligator, who eyed us as much as we eyed him. (Don’t be fooled by the narrow eyeslit. He had us sorted way before we got close to him.)
Here’s a few more photos for those not used to this kinda beauty…
The land down here is a wonder for the soul.
After the tour, we load into the car and start down the long, curving gravel road that edges the lake.
Suddenly, my radar goes loud!
A whole chorus of energy is rising up from the side of the road, coming from a pale lavendar meadow of leggy bobbing flower stalks.
Without thinking, I pull the car over and hit the brakes suddenly, instinctually. The car lurches. Joe turns to look at me, concerned.
“I’m sorry!” I blurt out excitedly, “I have to stop for flowers!”
He starts laughing and says “This is one more reason I love you!”.
We both giggle, because he’s a birder, and on our walks outdoors he does the same for a smudge of wing against the high part of a tree. Which is one more reason I love him.
I get out of the car with a big grin, go down on my knees on the side of the road and start connecting to the Lyreleaf Sage community.
Their energy is one of movement, lightmindedness, letting go into ease and out of efforting. The rest after the exertion.
I want to essence them up, but it’s not a place I can do that.
Lyreleaf, please find me again in a location where we can essence you to help the people!
Once I knew Joe didn’t mind me abruptly stopping the car, I did more often. ( heh heh ) With more sudden pull-overs, there’s more flowers…
I love these big, beautiful, pink bobbing heads in the wind… been seeing them all over in disturbed soil on the edges of highways, mostly…
… along with rust red native irises (called ‘Copper Iris’) squatting dignified in highway ditches, and stands of showy white Spider Lily along the side of interstate 10. (Didn’t have the courage to stop for those… traffic too fast!)
Regardless, I’m inspired. My next bumper sticker will be: “Will brake for wildflowers“. It will go alongside my “Viva la Uterus!” bumper sticker. (I expect to see even more snickers in the rear view mirror, when stuck in traffic 🙂 )
Life is good outside the box. Thank you, flowers.
May your roadsides be bright with the colors of spring!
All photos, text, illustrations copyright 2018 Megan Assaf
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