An old man was preparing a ceremonial tea in the field behind my mother 's house for his son who was in great despair. The son was lost in spirit, heart, and his thoughts and his body were beginning to unravel from the lies he'd been telling, the truths he'd kept hidden.
The Old Man said this ceremony was best performed on the last day of autumn, the tea would help his son focus on the warmth of that which is life, and as the season moved into the months of slumber, like the Bear that sleeps but nurtures its young, his son would nurture his inner child.
Come spring, after the winter melted, the son would awaken, and would emerge refreshed and ready to face life no matter what was thrown at him.
Renewal, the Old Man said, cannot happen without burrowing & reflecting and nurturing the self with the help of those who want to be there when your hibernation time is over.
*I love my Dreamland stories.
The Old Man said this ceremony was best performed on the last day of autumn, the tea would help his son focus on the warmth of that which is life, and as the season moved into the months of slumber, like the Bear that sleeps but nurtures its young, his son would nurture his inner child.
Come spring, after the winter melted, the son would awaken, and would emerge refreshed and ready to face life no matter what was thrown at him.
Renewal, the Old Man said, cannot happen without burrowing & reflecting and nurturing the self with the help of those who want to be there when your hibernation time is over.
*I love my Dreamland stories.