I’m calling to you. My blossoms are like trumpets, waking you up. I love to grow in a field with hundreds of others like myself. The bees and butterflies gather round us for a grand feast – mosquitoes too! They love a party!
Each of my blossoms is small, but taken together, we make an awesome display. We want you to pay attention now. What is it that gets in the way of your well being? What brings you down? Do people take you for granted? Dismiss your needs? Do you consider yourself unworthy of respect or too insignificant to matter?
We can help you take notice and motivate you to take a stand. Blow your own trumpet! Express your needs. You can attract beauty and respect by being one hundred percent you. We are just little flowers yet we have an essential role to play in the circle of life. So do you!
Sing your song so that all can hear, so that your truth can be heard. Reach deep into your heart and anchor yourself to the light in there. Don’t be shy. Don’t be overlooked. You always have something to contribute, even if it is silence, or your very presence.
You have no idea who is listening to your song and how it fits into the chorus of life around you. And so I play my trumpets to wake you up and encourage you to play your song as well. You are worthy of all the respect and love that comes your way.
Breathing…listening… Your mind is a lot bigger than your brain…or your heart…or your body. Your spirit reaches out to a larger world, both the visible and the invisible. Slow down and breathe.
You will find me growing under the late summer sun, opening in the early morning hours when the world is fresh and new. I unfurl my flowers in a glorious display. I am the color of the sky – blue, expansive, limitless. Inside my blossom is a five pointed star and, at its center, a bright golden light.
Hello! I am Piñon. My tree is round, robust and generous. My branches support lots of critters that land on me for a brief moment or a longer stay. Being well suited to the dry climate of the Southwest, I thrive in the sandy soil that I enrich with layers of needles, pine cones and old dead branches to make a rich fertile compost that feeds my roots.
I am Bindweed, Master of all. I creep along the ground and up the stems of anything in my path. I make white flowers, pink flowers, lots of them. Gardeners think I am insidious. They see me as a cancer in their garden because I have no rules, no boundaries. I climb up and across. I proliferate. I take over.
My blossoms are round pink bowls with a golden starburst attached to the lip. I am a receiver, open to anything that nourishes me and grateful for it – air, water, the light and warmth of the sun. My stems form a circle with the blossoms facing outward in every direction. My leaves are shaped like funnels to catch each drop of rainfall. I sense the vibration of life around me – the wind swishing through the grasses and leaves, the insects, birds and animals moving about, even the timbre of your machines as they pass. And I bless the air around me with my scent – sweet and welcoming.
I am bold and brash. I fill the arroyos and roadsides with my presence. I have a strong odor that some would call “stinky.” My bright orange flowers announce the change of seasons from summer to fall. They hang on for a long time. I am oblivious to those who would rather I be gone. I am not concerned with what they think of me. Once I establish my slender green stems and plentiful roots into the earth, I remain and proliferate.
I am present. I listen. I have fuzzy furry leaves that are pleasant to touch. I put a softness in your day, lighten your heart. My flowers are like little suns, coming for a day, then falling away like a flowery sunset. I am present and aware of everything going on around me. The bugs come and tickle the hairs on my leaves. The bees buzz, the beetles crawl. The sun lights up my leaves and makes them transparent.
You found me growing in the ancient red soil of the desert.
Singing Earth Alchemy 