The stress of sunshine
Isn’t this weather marvellous, just like the summers we all seem to remember as children, although those memories are rarely borne out by the weather records.
So we Brits all love a bit of sunshine, and there is no doubt that we all feel better for being outside more, replenishing our Vit D stocks and just seeing clear blue skies day after day instead of the low, grey cloud that seems to sit over our heads like a weight. But anyone who works the land in any way – farmers, gardeners, nurserymen, foresters – will most likely all be quite seriously stressed about our unaccustomed 6-7 week drought. Go out to the hills and you’ll see all the grass is dried up and brown. Rather than being able to cut silage for winter feed 2 or 3 times, most farmers are lucky if they got 1 crop safely in. Cereals are ripening before their time and yields are likely to be low. Straw and hay will be in short supply. Market gardeners without irrigation will see low yields and failed crops. But most of us are so far removed from our food supply that while there is food on the supermarket shelves we won’t stop to think about how and where it is grown, and how sustainable that is. While we enjoy our summer heatwave there are plenty of places on the surface of this planet where desertification is leading to environmental decay, huge loss of wildlife and peoples being driven from established communities on the land.
If we all “Love the Sun”, how do we feel about the Water? We generally love being at the beach, we are commonly told that swimming in lakes and rivers is ‘far too dangerous’ and none of us want it to rain, not least because we’ve seen some serious flooding over the past few years. If I feel for myself what it must feel like right now to be “Water”, I would be getting some seriously mixed messages. Abused and polluted throughout much of the world, channelled, constrained, utilised and managed throughout most of the industrialised nations, feared for its awesome power of destruction when uncontrolled – where would I feel loved, honoured, appreciated for all the wonderfully diverse beauty that I bring, not to mention the Life on this planet that cannot be sustained without me?
Can we all just pause for a moment and consider how vital water is to our life, health and wellbeing? Our bodies are 70% water and cannot function smoothly without an intake that matches our output for more than a couple of days at a time. Think about your use of water in your home – washing hands after using the toilet, cooking food, washing your clothes and dishes, watering your garden – we take our reliable and clean supply of water directly into our homes very much for granted. What would our lives look and feel like without that? From that place of acknowledging just how privileged we are here in the affluent west, can we begin to show Water the appreciation she so strongly deserves? Even if we say “Thank you” every time we turn on the tap, show her a little Love when we brush our teeth – every small act is a way of repaying some of the debt of gratitude that we undoubtedly owe.
On a local and planetary scale, how about making a small offering to your nearest stream, river or lake? I hear of many groups now – especially though not exclusively women – who have come together to honour local waters with dance, song and ceremony. Even 2 or 3 friends gathering together can change the vibration of their favourite spot – or of a spot that is calling out for help. I’ve a dear friend in the Lakes who has seen a vision of honouring the Leeds and Liverpool canal this summer with all its significant local and national history. If you have read the works of Masaru Emoto you will know that he clearly demonstrated that Water has memory, so waters with a history of trauma will continue to carry that until it is dissolved or released. Especially where that trauma was inflicted by human hands, we can assist in its dissolution by offering Love, asking for Forgiveness and sharing our Joy at the endless capacity the Water has to renew and recreate.
Interestingly, I didn’t intend to write an impassioned piece about honouring the Waters, but clearly she has a voice and wants me to share it!
The other aspect of the drought that I’ve become aware of is a more positive one: have you noticed how absolutely glorious the blossoms are this year? From May’s hedges overflowing with Hawthorn blooms to the cascades of rose blossoms filling our hedges and gardens, the heat has certainly encouraged plants to flower. At the same time the continued lack of surface water will be driving their roots ever deeper to access whatever water they can still find deep down. Shallow-rooting annual plants will be suffering, but those with longer roots are digging deep.
And as always with Nature, she has lessons for us when we learn to perceive them. Where are our roots – are we sustaining ourselves in shallow pursuits or digging deep for real nurturance? Can we dig deeper, to the Source beyond the Source? What about our blossoms? I was clearly told in a meditation with the Grandmothers aka Divine Feminine that: “It is time to bloom”. To the well brought-up British psyche this can feel rather like showing off, but if we were flowers, we wouldn’t by shy about being the largest, most glorious and heavenly-scented blossoms we possibly could, would we? So let’s dig deep and give ourselves permission to bloom, and in due course we might find out what sort of seeds we are dispersing for new growth and regeneration.
An interesting piece from my birth-family mythology: it was a disastrously wet camping holiday in Wales in the early 60’s that led to my dad deciding we were going to go to France next year, so giving rise to my earliest trips to the continent, when cars were loaded aboard the ferry by crane. Polarities are very useful for helping us explore new directions and their consequences, but harmonious balance is the sustainable choice for future global awareness.