Story goes that ancient Hawaiian culture believes that when you think of something you connect energetically with that person, place, or thing. Think of that web! No wonder the idioms “clear the cobwebs in your mind”, huh? So many cords going out AND coming in from all directions. Makes you want to pump up your energetic hygiene routine, doesn’t it?
Luckily there’s a plant to help us with that! The Ti plant, known in Latin as Cordyline terminalis is the cord line termination plant. Its flower essence is used for space clearing of any dark, heavy, ungrounded, untethered energies and it brings light (POWER!) into your space. It’s said to break any magic that’s not good for you coming towards you.
Designerly speaking, as I curate container gardens, I love using this plant as a sentinel near the back or most commonly used door of the house. Very easy to grow, (though sadly can’t hang with our prolonged ice-rain-snow winter scenario in the PACNW, but who can, I mean, really?) My instinct and intention in its selection as pottery “jewelry” is to work the angle of focal point, yes, AND as a plant for the recipe of sanctuary making to be the energetic postal worker: “nah, nah negative vibe, we are returning your negative cord back to sender”.
And here’s a bonus! In our enviro, this plant will over-winter so long it doesn’t stay too cold/too wet AND it works well as a bridge plant from spring into fall. Just know, colorations vary but steadfast in helping keep that sticky energy web off ya. Oh yes, much more than just a pretty face Cordyline is.
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At 3:27 am last Friday morning, I woke and sat straight up in bed, asking “What’s Michelle Obama’s book called?”
In November of 2018, my coach Jim Fortin asked challenged us to do something beyond our comfort zone. There was a list of which all but one bored me. I’ve hugged strangers, laid down in public, test-driven expensive cars. I’ve been kissed by a giraffe (wait, that wasn’t on the list).
What made me most, deeply, throw-up-feeling-ish, avoidant, “scared” – plainly uncomfortable was to share, publically, my deepest fear.
Think about that for a hot sec.
Deep, deep, deep profoundly aching fear. What is that? Or better yet, can I even get to it, particularly without over-intellectualizing?
I spent days in mind and heart going through what felt like the biggest card catalog (I know, dates me as a pre-internet library-studying student):
Being abandoned. Nope. Being abused. Nope. Being poor. Nope. Dying/death. Nah. Guns. A little, but a different topic.
Trapped in a small, confining, dark space. Eew. Maybe.
There! That *pinged* a strong resonance… The trapped thing. Stuck. Never getting out. Not being able to move. Stagnant. EEW.
Not BEing able to BE FREE. Not evolving. Not BEing about to SEE.
NOT BEING FREE TO BECOME more than a tight, constricted, small sense of myself.
Because of circumstance, perceptions, habits, conditionings, beliefs.
My deepest fear was not BECOMING.
Not BECOMING the vision that I’ve seen for myself for a very, very, very long time.
Why? That’s a natural question to ask. But wait… Why what? Why the fear or why haven’t I “becomed”, yet?
Both equally good questions.
And on that November day, while wearing my stripped Carhartt hat (it is such a comfort cap), I told my coaching tribers of my fear – on video(!). And then my lover husband. And then my BFFs.
Each time I felt a sense of EXPANSION because I. Took. Responsibility. And once again, there was that reminder that I am the bravest person I know – to BE. With each outing of BEing, I was RESTORING the landscape of MEing.
And on that November day, my 2019 word was gifted to me: BECOMING.
Becoming to me is about risking all the comforts to EVOLVE. It’s about dropping or questioning all that I’ve known in order to strip away the false, no-longer-serving “truths” to just BE. To become the fullest, most aligned, deepestly satisfied BEing. It is living my most restored, plugged in, CREATIVE, joyfilled, playful, sacred nature.
COUNT ME IN! I’M COMING OUT – I want the world to know... TO PLAY!
Welcome to my BEcoming season.
There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. – Shauna Niequist
“But wait!” Demands logical brain as it reaches for the brake lever and sounds the chitter chatter crap-ola alarm of “new territory alert”.
“How can you possibly take risks when you have so much responsibility? As a mother, care ambassadress, wife, friend, long-standing biz owner? What do you mean, BECOMING? More wild? Or more settled? What is this nonsense? What does any of this have to do with being a garden designer?”
How’d I respond to that mind sh&^?
Here’s a hint: I am becoming both wild and settled – at the same time – because I am my own RESTORATIVE LANDSCAPE, my own sacred, brave ecosystem, my very own Sanctuary – from the inside out.
How about you? How are you designing your BECOMING?
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Yes, some of the vocab was created just for this creative writing project. It feels very becoming, don’t you think?
When channeling your inner #WoodsyWoman, borrow from my fave 5!
Call it a winter preservation pack, call it a feel-good self-care kit of sorts for you, my fellow RedBirds! Take one, take all – for your [garden] heart while savoring time resting in your Winter Serene Scene.
Get cozy, and settle in for a peaceful and RESTorative 2019.
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