Oak. King of the forest. Back in the Apple Lands the sap is rising. It is Spring Equinox back home. Ostara, in the Celtic calender.
In my bones... It is Spring.
In my body... It is Spring.
In my outer world... It is the Autumn Equinox. Mabon.
Though I have strong feelings that the four season system we celebrate at home doesn't apply here. I have heard indigenous people recognise 6 or 7 seasons here. (I am not clear on what they are). One of the hardest thing in carrying my culture... My lineage... My deep core root connections to my land; is that my soul is seasonal. Living in the Southern Hemisphere means that my soul is out of season. In fact the whole society is out of season! I mean who the hell celebrates EASTER (Ostara.... Yup you guessed it, another holiday pinched from the pagans to help convert the heathens)...a celebration of new life and fertile growth... IN AUTUMN!? (How do I explain this shit to my kid?!) The same people who insist of putting snowflakes on everything at Christmas despite it being 40+ degrees c and having NEVER snowed at Christmas here.
So... Today I visit my old friend... The Oak.
The king. My king. The grounding, stable, solid centre of self. I connect back to my blood lines. To my birth lands. I also connect to this land and this season. The coming in. The returning of the darkness.
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