Stoneflower by Molly

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Like flower growing from rock
the world is full of tiny, perfect mysteries.
Secrets of heart and soul and landscape
guarded tenderly
taking root in hard crevices
stretching forth
in impossible silence.

that all one needs
is a crack in stone
and a seed of possibility…

One spring evening during my year-long woodspriestess experiment , I went for a walk through the woods with my husband and daughter and we discovered something that delighted and thrilled me. It was rock with a small, perfect flower growing out of it and it was a powerful symbol of what I learned from my time in the woods.

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As I described in my last post, in 2013 I embarked on a year-long spiritual practice of “checking in” every day at a sacred place in the woods behind my house. I committed to spending at least a few minutes there every day, rain or sleet or shine, with children or without, and whether day or night throughout the entire year. My idea was to get to know the space deeply and to come into a full relationship with the land I live on; to watch and listen and learn from and interact with the same patch of ground every day and see what I could learn about it and about myself. As planned, I maintained my woodspriestess practice throughout 2013, eventually spending approximately 330 days in the same place in the woods and learning a great deal in the process.

Over the course of my year-long experience, I entered the woods in many different ways: angry, disappointed, sad, joyful, satisfied, tired, hopeful, prayerful, celebratory, creative, grieving. And, I left each day with a sense of inner peace and stillness, of quieted mind, restful body, and connected soul, if only for a few moments. I learned that it is okay to feel spiky, that it is okay to have a lot to write about and not a lot to write about. I learned to do it anyway. I learned about the value of this daily time as a spiritual practice. I learned to move it forward in my day, to spend longer at it, and to make it a top priority. I learned to pay attention and discovered that I can always see something new. I learned that lessons come from sometimes the most surprising and unwelcome of experiences. I noticed what shares the earth with me, the things that fly, the things that crawl, the things that walk. I bonded with the trees. I recalled that rocks sit around developing powers and wisdom. I composed words I went on to use more publicly and in ritual. I wrote a master’s thesis, a book, two ebooks, and hundreds of poems and blog posts.

I realized that the spoken poetry of the forest is its own gift, its own language, its own way of exploring the world around me and that sitting on a rock with a recorder instead of at a computer or with a notebook, unlocks something creative in me in a unique way. I meditated on the crone, the maiden, and the mother. I asked questions about hopelessness and despair. I listened. I received answers. I discovered questions. I came to a more full understanding of my own place in the tapestry of life. I blessed many sculptures. I prayed for strength, safety, and guidance. I asked for blessings on my work, tasks, and rituals. I rehearsed weddings, practiced songs, and drummed up the sun. I was ragged and I danced. I was forlorn. I was buoyant and exuberant. And, I watched it all. I saw winter drift towards spring and then back towards winter and then back towards spring again, coasting into summer, becoming abruptly fall, dancing with winter and then dabbling in fall again, before settling into winter once more. I actively witnessed and engaged in that invisible web of incarnation; consciously touched my thread in Her weaving. I listened to my breath, felt my pulse, watched my thoughts, and gazed at the sky. I held space. I held hopefulness. I held children. I created art. I was moved to tears. I laughed. In this microcosm of the planet, I touched eternity. I tasted truth. I listened and was listened to. I saw and was seen. I was witnessed into being and I witnessed so carefully. I am a woodspriestess.

 “As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can. As long as the Earth can flower and produce nurturing fruit, I can, because I’m the Earth. I won’t give up until the Earth gives up.”

–Alice Walker

“This little patch of earth and this little pile of stones; I can wash the dust off my face and skin, but this earth is in my bones”

– Ralph McTell

“…A big rock is a good place to sit and worship, looking out at the world. That feeling you feel, when you see the woods, the ocean, a flower, is the first-fruits offering of worship. The natural world, not the [human]-made world, provides us the right proportions, the right perspective. By naming that for your children, you claim worship as a common human experience…”

–Gina Bria (The Art of Family: Rituals, Imagination, and Everyday Spirituality, p. 73)

 “Rocks are very slow and have sat around from the beginning, developing powers…Rocks can show you what you are going to become. They show you lost and forgotten things.”

–Agnes Whistling Elk to Lynn Andrews (quoted in Carol Christ’s essay in Reweaving the World, pg. 69)

On my way back home from the woods one evening, I found a rock lying right in front of me on a patch of moss like a gift of sorts. I don’t usually take things from the woods, but I felt like this stone was for me to take and so I did. I made it into one of my goddess figures and when I went back down to the woods with her in my hand, I had the strong sensation…this…this is my statement of faith…

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Molly Meade is a priestess, writer, teacher, and artist who lives with her husband and children in central Missouri. She is a doctoral student in women’s spirituality at Ocean Seminary College and the author of Womanrunes: A guide to their use and interpretation. Molly and her husband co-create at Brigid’s Grove and she blogs about theapoetics, ecopsychology, and the Goddess at WoodsPriestess. Her new Womanrunes Immersion ecourse begins on the summer solstice and an online Red Tent Initiation program begins in August.

Author: Molly Remer

Molly Remer, MSW, D.Min, is a priestess, mystic, and poet facilitating sacred circles, seasonal rituals, and family ceremonies in central Missouri. Molly and her husband Mark co-create Story Goddesses at Brigid’s Grove ( Molly is the author of nine books, including Walking with Persephone, 365 Days of Goddess, Whole and Holy, Womanrunes, and the Goddess Devotional. She is the creator of the devotional experience #30DaysofGoddess and she loves savoring small magic and everyday enchantment.

12 thoughts on “Stoneflower by Molly”

  1. Very beautiful post, a prose poem. Your statue is wonderful.

    As way of a thank you, another quote for you by someone who also got inspiration for their work from nature:

    “In the country it is as if every tree said to me, ‘Holy! Holy!’. Who can express the ecstasy of the woods?” Ludwig van Beethoven


  2. Nice! Paying attention in any context is always a good idea. Hooray for you for those 330 days! Me, I don’t go out into the woods or the forest. I don’t like to get the outdoors on me, and I figure the wilderness can be one-in-itself without my footprints on it. Nevertheless, I admire people who do what you’ve done.

    I think it’s the Theosophists who teach (or maybe used to teach) that rocks are as alive as anyone else. They just move r-e-a-l-l-y slowly, which is why they don’t don’t look alive. I believe that’s true. You seem to believe it, too.

    I hope we’ll hear more about your relationships with the woods and with rocks.


    1. I love that idea of the sloooow movement. I move very quickly in everyday life, which is one reason why touching in with a rock on a daily basis is so essential for me. ;)


  3. Molly, thank you, thank you, thank you. Your (almost hectic) witnessing of the sacredness of place made me dizzy with joy. Here’s something else that arrived in my inbox today that may spark more of your beautiful writing:

    Savoring the substance
    of existence
    is a serious
    Someone must do it.

    Someone must love
    luminous hours when leaves
    marry light and refuse
    to stop

    Someone must speak
    the sweetness
    of lilacs
    before it is lost
    beneath smog.

    Someone must bask
    in the beauty of blessing
    because the news knows only

    When you give yourself
    to a particular place
    the power
    and peace
    of that place
    give themselves
    through you.

    So savoring the substance
    of existence
    is a serious frivolity.
    Someone must do it.

    Will that someone
    be you?

    ~ Bernadette Miller

    To answer Bernadette’s question, clearly one of the people who savors the substance of existence is you, Molly.


    1. I guess it is hectic to share a year’s worth of lessons in one 1,000 word post! ;) The poem you shared gives me chills. I love it. Thank you so much for sharing it.


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