#42 Monday Morning Coffee Post
The Elderberry is blooming, that wise old lady.
Once we, humanity, revered her as a guardian not just for us but also for all
the other creatures walking this earth. It wasn't uncommon practice to make
offerings to her, ask for health and protection of our families. As I picked
the flowers to dry for tea she directed me on which ones to pick where and
which to leave. I stood dumbfounded for a moment looking at the delicious low
hanging white flowers and asked a second time as uncertain of the validity of
my intuition. But she did say no, there were a part of her branches she wanted
untouched. For what reason I wondered but knew that it was not my place to
judge or ask. I listened and with forced feet I turned to where the invitation
was still open and plucked there. I wondered what would have happened if I had
not been wise enough to listen and wilful enough to follow what I heard. Properly
the sky wouldn't have come down on me, but much more subtly; what would it have
done to our soul, to our relationship, to the relationship with myself? I don't
know the answer but I do know that somewhere I am celebrating that I listened,
celebrating life and the lack of my knowledge, as well as, my ability to
disregard my demand for knowledge and act on my sentience instead.
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