Know Nature, Be Her & She Will Be a True Ally

A few months ago, I went to see some friends who I feel are like all the goddesses who met when younger, still wondering about our fate, still doing our best to pick up the spindle. Over the many years we have loved & supported each other, a group whose trajectory of growth has been similar, yet shaped in different form. Our warp spacing & weft compression was still a bit messy when we were at the shifting point of becoming our tribe, yet we still were weaving a cloth that we weren’t sure how it would turn out. We helped each other to spin the wool to find the best twist filled with hopes & dreams & conversations of spirit, Midgard life & the cosmos. Although we haven't mastered the weaving, our Fates have seen to it that we’re pretty good at it, we know to expect the unexpected wonkyness. Some threads who were being woven in along the way, newer threads, had to be slid out, as their sudden glaring fray was revealed.

Just after spending precious time with my friends, I learned of the Nordic Goddess, Ran, goddess of the oceans & large waters, simply, She who catches seafarers in her enormous net to drown them & keep them with her & her husband in the oceanic realm; sometimes she delivers a few to Hel, when there are too many for her to want to deal with. I wrote a few things down after visiting my friends & after spending some time with Ran, whose name means Plunder & I’d like to share them with you & perhaps you can think on some of these things.

Over the years these things are now reflected back to me, especially having seen friends who are friends of people who were very dear, but now are given a wide berth, yet have never been told "never again". Lessons that were taught & accepted & found interesting, even nourishing.

Not everyone can be saved, their journey is theirs & assistance can be offered, yet the shadow is theirs to seek & see & quest. When we are bonded with a friend, as deep as a blood bond, sometimes life presents another direction, another side to life & the bonded, where the enchantment ends & what were glimmers of cracking seams that leak truth within the enchantment along the way, they help to not be surprised when the fabric of what was woven is ripped wide open & the knowing of the friend is on full display. The blame, an interesting story - the enchantment of the accuser, that when retorted, has no key to cling back onto the fabric. When the retort is so clear, so filled with disenchantment, that no answer arrives back to spackle the song that was once harmonious. And that is fine, it was from the time of dark, stormy incantation of the ocean rushing up in her haste to fill the lungs to drown another in shadowy depths, when what actually happened was the tide lapped at the ankles & soaked the skin there, easy to step away from.

So the questions then & now with other things, What are we enchanted by? What are we allowing ourselves to be enchanted by - the consciousness within being enchanted? Is there regret for past enchantment or does our enlightenment mean we are more free? Does it make us wary or does it give us tools to cope?

Fortunately for me, there is no regret for past enchantment, this not only goes for the time with a much loved friend, but also other relationships that wore away a hole in the net, the torn fibres giving liberation & in the time of the fibres wearing away, the sense to remain open, to not swim back into the same net, but to test the next net for integrity & to also realise that sometimes there is still a weakness that might be frayed & will it be repaired together or will it be another liberation?

Know your Nature, know others’ natures & know our Mother Nature, and the word Trust will fall away to knowing, allowing liberation in all things.