There’s No Such Thing As A Weed : The song of sap rising

The Crestone Eagle • April, 2020

Guest author Jessica Forman

by guest author Jessica Forman

Deep in the forest a melody hums with the trickling of water under cracking ice sheaths and the slow emergent rise of life force from the dark, thawing earth-womb. The bears in their dens are feeling the call, soon enough, to emerge from the dreamtime to the topside of the world again. We, too, feel the stirring in our bones. A movement in our marrow. It is time to return our bodies to the touch of sun, soil and star; awaken the dreams we’ve received and plant the seeds that are ours to care for.

I invite you to gather some cornmeal, rose petals, homemade cookies, honey, water—something nourishing from your heart—an offering. Gifts such as these, I have come to understand, constitute and re-constitute relationships. Gather this in the sweetest of ways. How something is prepared and given is at least equally as important as what is given. We are required to give. We are participants in our local ecology, or as I like to think of it, our local cosmology.

In such interesting times as these, I feel a particularly strong beckoning of the Old Ones.

The Ancient Ones who surround us always in, as and of these lands. These Old Ones are here for us, yet, we have some work to do.

How well are we tending to the life that so generously tends to us? The Teyuna, when they visited Crestone, clearly stated “You need to pay the mountain.” This is not metaphorical. This is our duty. We are being reminded.

Health is relational. Resilience is relational. Connection is protection.

Are we listening?

Is this the end or is this the beginning?

As winter slowly recedes to the warm kiss of spring and life shoots forth again from the arms of the underworld, perhaps we can hold our attention like a vigil, here. To the Earth underfoot and just outside our doors. In relationship, the safest place there is.

Deep in the forest a melody hums. May we bring forth our offerings of gratitude, over and over again—full-hearted, honest and so tenderly humbled.

We are welcomed to take refuge in the song of sap rising. The calling forth of life to life.

Jessica Forman is grateful to tend a home, family and a path of learning and relating with plants and other elders of these lands and those of her ancestry.