Uprooting weeds as a sacred act of devotion 🌕🌿

What a sacred act of devotion, tending the garden with your own hands as a gesture of reparation and reconnection. That is pure magic 🌕🌿

You're not just weeding a garden; you're weeding the patterns of overextension, clearing space for growth; as within so without.

 

As a child I grew up four stories above ground, and although I would never trade the absolutely breathtaking 180-degree view span of not only a large part of the town but also the airport and to either side the sunrise and sunset. I always felt so elevated, closer to the heavens, like a princess in a tower. 

As I grew older my heart yearned to run barefoot on the grass, which yes, we could as the apartment complex did have a very beautiful garden extending over 500m, the yearning was for something deeper. I longed to dig my fingers into the soil, align the solar year with the seasons for when to prepare the grounds, sow the seeds, weed the gardens and harvest or admire the outcome of season's worth of work. To return to empty ground, cold soil and pale trees. 

 

Now that I am in my Saturn return years, I am blessed to have a wrap-around garden, and although the sour soil is tricky to work with there is something about the soil favoring weeds and requiring me to weed more often that sets a trail of deep though into motion. 

Today as I was weeding the garden as so many times before, I received such profound, thought-provoking divine downloads which I'd love to share with you. 

 

It has been a rough couple of months with work; I do have a day job to earn money while I invest consciously into Nexus and more recently, I had found myself stuck between rubber and road. Feeling de-motivated, unhappy and in a cycle that was most definitely not filling my cup. I have missed out on so many memorable moments with friends and family, cancelled pre-planned events, slacked on working out, barely getting enough steps in, not sleeping well, not drinking water and most days running on caffeine, chaos and cuss words. Something had to chance, and I had to take a step back to lay down some sacred lines with how I invest my time, energy and money. 

 

Have you ever heard the saying, "if a corner of your living space gets cluttered, it is an indication that somewhere in your life you are also accumulating clutter"? Well, I believe the same is true for your garden! 

 

Our garden had been growing weeds, and usually I would tend to the garden weekly, however I had postponed to the point where the weeds were reaching over the walls! 

Aside from the embarrassment all the flowers that once bloomed had died and dried out, the roots of weeds are not strong or network layers however they do soak up all the nutrients in the soil and if there is too few, they will start to also slowly suck the other plants dry. Sound familiar? Know of a situation or person that would fit that description in your own life? 

 

Needless to say, it was time and the only person who was responsible for the mess - was me! Sure, I could have paid someone a generous amount to do the task, however something about paying someone else to clean up the mess of my own negligence did not sit well with me. It had to be me. I wrapped up work early afternoon, threw on gardening gloves and flops and tended the garden. Mind you this is during winter season and weeding the garden in shorts and a crop with flops might not have been the best idea, not that I cared at the time. I knew there would be bugs, roots, soil and unknown challenges, but the determination to rid of the weeds was greater. Not knowing at the time that the determination for weeding subconsciously was aligned with "not just weeding a garden; weeding the patterns of overextension, clearing space for growth; within and without."

 

One: The Growth of the weed is equivalent to the growth of the pattern

The unhealthy patterns had rooted, spiraled their roots around the healthy and slowly started to drain the health from my life. Healthy relationships with friends and family as well as the healthy relationship with myself, my body; mind and soul. Uprooting and removing the weeds was challenging as I had to pull and tuck in different directions to guide the entire root out and remove the weed, I realized that breaking free from the patterns will be the same. I cannot attend haphazardly and expect a better outcome. Hearing some of the roots of the weeds snap off and stay behind in the soil made me realize that some of these patterns will stick around and I will need to weed them out over time as a broken root re-grows an entire weed. Ridding my life of the patterns of overextension will demand of me consistent conscious effort over time. 

 

Two: The scary Big Bugs and fear of unknown creatures

I am fully aware of the spiders, worms, scorpions and other bugs that live in our garden. I was however completely caught off guard seeing the size of some of them. Although I consider bugs friends in that moment I was scared. I could not see them and most likely did not see all the bugs I touched while removing the weeds. The bugs were in fact more scared of me than I had to be of them, I was after all the person disturbing their habitat. Shifting the idea of a bug from what it is to what it could mean, bugs and their size being equal to repercussions of having cultivated such bad habits, people and things that have also felt more welcome to enter my life due to my negligence. Some of which I am fully aware of while other not so much. Ridding my life of these "bugs" was going to be scary, mostly uncomfortable for them and demand of me to focus on the goal, fueled by determination and taking my power back by not being negligent. Sticking to the plan of consistency and making an effort to mush like I talked to the bugs telling them "I am sorry, but this is how it had to be now". I am not here to kill you so I will give you a chance to get away first. Some of the "bugs" that have entered my life will also need a conversation, clear and concise with love and kindness. 

 

Three: Clearing space for growth 

Looking at an empty garden was hard. The memory of colorful flowers prospering under the sun faint and far. I felt myself going through the stages of grief, bagging on myself that "if I had only stuck to the schedule, I would be pruning not weeding", angry with myself for allowing this to happen in the first place, debating with justifications that I could not and coming back to denial, only to find myself sad that I now have to start all over again. I allowed myself a 15min pity break, cried and mourned the loss of months of hard work and then it dawned on me. Now I have cleared out the space for growth and in order for me to have come to this place of realization that the garden is representing my own life I am also weeding out more than just the garden. It had to have happened; without this moment I would maybe only have had this realization much later on and who knows how much damage would have been done. At least I get to start over again. 

 

Four: What grows in the dark, dies in the light

This is a belief I live by. A baby grows inside a mother's womb in the dark and lives out its life to die in the light of life. A seed is sowed and grows under the soil in darkness to also die in the light. Anything and everything done in the dark will always have to come to light. I may not have been consciously sowing seeds of the wrong kind, but by not honoring my own being I allowed seeds to be blown into my garden; by not weeding my garden these weeds have grown to extensive heights and now required a whole life uprooting! Neglecting the garden much like I had been neglecting my spiritual practice and sacred devotions. I needed this moment of humility, to be humbled by mother nature's ruthless care. She consistently nurtures regardless and soon will show in the light what has been growing. I had to sit down for a moment and reflect on where I had carried false fruits, what felt like confidence may have been Ego all along, what felt like speaking my truth may have been hurtful unconsciously, what felt like exhaustion may have been blunt rudeness and short temper, what I thought was growth was - in fact - weeds!! OUCH!! 

 

Holding my face in my hands, staring at the heap of uprooted weeds I felt a warm tear run down my cheek. The warmth welcoming against the crisp cold of winter in the Southern Hemisphere. As if the Universe was warming a cold soul, calling me back to who I truly am. Reassuring me that "it's okay, now we get to start again wild moon child". 

 

Not saying that I have been a cold hearted, ruthless monster BUT had it not been for this moment of uprooting, I may as well have become the very version of human I do not resonate with. 

 

We are all constantly receiving guidance from our Creator; Angels; Ancestors and The Universe, the question is, do we often enough allow ourselves to listen not to hear but to understand? To be humbled by what is greater than our understanding to submit and surrender to Divine timing? 

 

I hope this deeply rooted blog post share has shed some light into your darkness, that by reading someone else's experience you have a bit of a heads up to also weed your garden of life. I am grateful to have experienced this moment today under the 6:6 portal of Divine Transformation and to have this safe space on a small corner of the vast internet to share and connect with a likeminded individual - you! 

 

Sending you and Abundance of love and light... see you under the Full Luna 🌕