Healing the Heart in my Garden 🌸 Trauma, Grief & the Wisdom of Flowers 🌸 A Green Witch's Journey

Spring has arrived in our enchanted cottage garden, dear wildflowers, and though the sun is shining and the roses are in bloom and all seems bright and cheerful, here on the eve of a powerful full moon in Aries conjunct Chiron, and with the veil between the worlds growing thin, a storm was brewing. Some darkness from the past had come to rock my carefully built foundations and open old wounds. My tender heart was heavy and the thought of filming had me feeling like I was drowning. You cannot run from grief, sweet friends, you must only face it day by day and let the passage of time wash it gently away. And so I felt drawn to share with you the healing magic of the garden, how I speak to the flowers and summon the protection of my beloved Hecate, goddess of witches, simply by tending to the plants and listening, not with ears but with heart. Down among the hellebores and mugwort, with my green fairy fingers in the soil, I could feel the flowers whispering to me. And in this episode, I hope you will hear their wisdom too. For when I'm in the garden, the flowers really do speak to me and comfort me in that quiet language all their own. As I'm weeding and harvesting, pruning and planting, lost in a meditative state, the answers come to me as if I'm tuned to some higher frequency, and I know it's the wise and loving voice of Mother Nature I can hear. So let us share a cup of soothing herbal tea with lemon balm and lavender to ease an anxious mind, rose petals for the feeling of a warm embrace, and star flower for the courage to face any challenge. Together let's embrace softness, and while I potter in the garden, let's see what the flowers have to say. I have shared before a little of my healing journey and how art and gardening are my favorite ways to ease the pain of central sensitization syndrome and see PTSD. I know it's quite a mouthful, but beyond the diagnosis, it's just a fragile nervous system and a sweet little inner child long overdue for some nurturing and a sense of safety. Indeed, every heartbeat, every moon, every season spent in the garden brings you closer to the divine, to peace and healing. As I tended to the plants that needed me, I couldn't help but think how perfect their messages were for me at this time. Weeding the hellebore patch, which in itself is a living shrine to the champion of all wild wise women, I couldn't help but feel supported by her fiercely loving energy. Here were the anemones and moon water blooming too. The plants were the spell of protection over me, banishing evil and helping to cut energetic cords. It was as if somehow they knew what I needed, and as always, the more I give to the garden, the more it gives back. There's so much I wanted to say in this episode but couldn't find the words, so I think I'll leave you with these words by Jamie Anderson that I've been thinking upon. Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. And I wonder, if you have love with no place to go, why not give it to the garden and see what grows? I hope the light guides you gently through this season, dear wildflowers, and that perhaps something in this episode resonated with you or inspired you to take some time to heal your own inner child and walk among the flowers. If I could share one last thought on healing, it would be to say that just like the way flowers will face towards the sun, always, always move towards joy and put the darkness behind you. If you can, keep on doing this and I promise you will bloom again.