Mugwort musings.

September 2018

Harvesting my mugwort I grew from seed. Making my first herbal body oil with her. She’s so very intense and I feel nervous and excited to see what she assists me with. I’ve tended carefully, waiting for her to tell me when she’s ready and today was simply the day.

Mugwort is a powerful plant and her name, artemisia vulgaris always makes me think of Artemis. The goddess of the moon, an earth protector, a fierce warrior who feeds her people and cares for the health and well-being of her forest family keeping the harmony between nature and humans. Artemis has always been in my life in one form or another. Always appearing and asking me to listen, sharing her essence.

All my life I have dreamt of wolves, a full pack, one of which is completely black. When he comes he speaks to me in my language. His voice is deep and dark. He walks around me as I slowly drop to one knee and bow my head. He gives me my strength and wisdom. I have always dreamt of these wolves, they are with me always. As a kid I felt protected by them, they gave me confidence and grit.

Mugwort has been calling to me for years and it’s time to work with her. I am hoping she will bring me deep into my ancestral self, giving me the ferocious courage to do what I can feel pinging lightly in my heart. To manifest what may look impossible to the human eye.

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