– I’ve been learning more about foraging lately – this is something that should perhaps have interested me more than it had previously, but I guess I never could get really into the side of it that’s about processing large amounts of whatever one finds, learning recipes to make with them, etc. But I have this book called Wild Plants of Maine and he uses the term “trail nibbles” a lot, and I realized I already do this – I will often put a piece of wintergreen or sweetfern in my mouth as I’m ambling around the woods, just to further connect with the land, to taste it as well as see, touch, smell, etc. Yesterday after a guided excursion on which I tasted several new-to-me plants, just picking leaves and nibbling on them, I had a sort of revelation that I was eating the landscape, taking it inside me, and what an intimate form of animism that was, what a special way to interact with the plant spirits. I think this is going to be my approach now, and my mindset around it. I think it’s particularly impactful to do so while out in nature, not just bringing things home to cook later. Being in the landscape and of the landscape.
– Throughout the winter I was practicing something I called Silent Sundays, spending the whole day without any noise, no music or podcasts or shows, no talking to any other humans even via text or email, just reading and writing and doing ritual and walking in the woods and being with the spirits. It was a game-changer, really. I had expected to find it difficult to stick to but in fact I quickly found myself wanting more, and in the last few months I’ve noticed that I’m more likely to opt for doing activities silently rather than always wanting some kind of aural accompaniment. I can think more clearly, and it absolutely has given me more mental space to connect with the gods. I’m going to continue it off and on when possible.
– As a correlation perhaps, I’ve started feeling even more sensitive to the intrusive nature of other people’s noise, both literally and what you might call psychic noise. Even though I spend the far majority of my time alone, that’s made me want more solitude rather than less. At some point I started covering my head when I went out into the human world (not the woods, that doesn’t bother me), and it’s been remarkably effective, considering that I’m often only using a crocheted kerchief, which doesn’t physically cover much…but it’s almost like a web, catching things before they get to me. I feel protected. I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised, as head covering is obviously a widespread devotional practice in many traditions for many different reasons, but it had never seem relevant to me until now.
– I also got a set of Loop earplugs and let me tell you, it’s been amazing. I got them initially so that I could more easily slip into a headspace where I could communicate with my spirits when doing things like hunting for meaningful items in flea markets (something I do a lot of), to block out the terrible overhead music and the conversations of other customers. But now I use them in the grocery store and other noisy places. It creates this little bubble and again, I feel more clear-headed, and more easily able to reach out to the spiritual world, and not so clobbered by the aggressive mundanity of modern life, especially in commercial spaces. So there’s a rare product endorsement from me!
– So, sometimes I can be extremely dense. I’d been having this problem where I was not able to remember my dreams very much, they kept slipping away immediately upon waking, and it had been going on for quite some time and really disturbing me, as dreamwork had been a huge part of my practice forever. In desperation, it occurred to me to do a very simple thing that most dream books will tell you as an obvious first step – keep a dream journal. But the thing is, I had always dismissed that because I thought I *was* keeping one, in the sense of always recording any obviously significant dreams I had in my spiritual journal (along with divinations, rituals, and other elements of my spiritual life). But that’s not actually the same thing as writing down *every* dream one has, constantly. I think the idea is that it signals your subconscious that you are taking it seriously, to pay attention, and it also means you force yourself to write them down even in the middle of the night when you just want to slip back into sleep. Within just a week or so, I was recording dreams almost every single night, and that’s continued ever since. Sure, most of those dreams are the kind of junk that just comes from the brain processing stuff, rather than anything more meaningful or spiritual, but the more I do this, the more interesting things come up, especially when looking back at it in retrospect. And I feel like I’ve been granted access back into that otherworld that I so loved and felt connected to, something that follows me into waking life, and helps me be aware of all the layers of reality. All for the price of a cheap notebook. Humbling, to be so changed by something so basic after all these years of practice, but I’m not too proud to be grateful for that.
– Synchronicities play a huge part in my life, in how I navigate my relationship with the gods and especially my spirits, how I understand magic as it functions in our world. Recently I spent a month absolutely inundated by extremely specific and unlikely synchs throughout every day – almost none of which were meaningful in their actual content, but rather by the fact of them happening. It was beyond any kind of probability. The world felt electric, alive, responsive. I think that when this happens, it’s a sign that one is really living one’s Story. Because if you think about it, in a story, nothing is random or happens alone – like Chekhov’s gun, everything eventually comes around again. Themes are repeated. Everything is part of the journey. When the synchs increase, I know Something Is Afoot.
– Kind of going back to the stuff about silence, I am finding that solitude itself can be a kind of altered state of consciousness, in a way. I haven’t needed entheogens as much in the last year in order to nudge me into that kind of awareness, the way I used to. I dwell inside it now, more of the time. The gods and spirits feel closer, more easily reached at any given moment. This is obviously due in part to simply living in a way where I can almost always have silence if needed, set aside any potential distractions, etc., without having to negotiate with any other people, but I actually think it goes deeper than that. I mean, I lived alone in the city, too. But nowadays, I can easily go a week or more without speaking aloud to another person other than extremely brief interactions with clerks, and I only spend time with someone in person maybe twice a month. I can easily go into the woods without encountering anyone else there or on the way there. I can step outside my back door and look at the land and not see anyone. So, the major Others in my life are the gods and spirits – They are the ones I talk to most, the ones that occupy my mind most, more intensely than ever before this. I know this isn’t the way for everyone, and that there are also other ways to attain such closeness, but for me, this is feeling more and more right.
– Maybe this is why I’ve felt it so hard to sit down and write anything here in awhile, other than the Species Lunation posts. I decided this collection of brief thoughts was better than nothing, because I’m having trouble putting most of it into words in any lengthier or more cohesive way. “Words are useless, especially sentences / They don’t stand for anything / How could they explain how I feel…” (from “Bedtime Story,” the most interesting and esoteric Madonna song probably because it was written by Björk)