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a labor of love.
towering above me.
long green stalks, with heart shaped leaves and interspersed tiered whorls that bud, beginning at the top and making their way to the base of the whorl at the end of the season.
the whorls are prickly, spiky.
the stalks are strong and wave in the breeze.
when standing in the center of the circle, their shiftings audible signaling movement in the sky.
harvesting the flower takes patience.
only one or two at a time, or the base of the flower remains with the cluster.
if one sips the end of a flower, the experience is deliciously sweet, clean, aromatic nectar.
nervous system relaxant.
gentle tending.
reminiscent of the medicine of cannabis.
illumination of attachment.
ease of discomfort.
an understanding that when one is intimate with the saturnian teachings of time and space,
the reality of embodiment,
and the gift of its container,
spaciousness is met.
the sweet nectar that comes with intention, discipline, wonder.
may you find spaciousness in seeming confines,
all ways,
always.