Water Lily Nymph
This beautiful water lily is my newest plant friend and the latest addition to the witch's cottage. I have called her Nymph, a nod to both her genus and her nature. Although I am lacking a pond and I'd have fight through waist deep snaky grass to visit her in the dam, we shall yet find a way to co-exist because I can no longer do without her significant magic.
She was the centrepiece of last night's eclipse altar with her jelly underside cresent moon friends, a very Piscean representative living her life inseparable from water and under the governance of both the moon and Neptune. Her roots are mired in mud, submerged and unseen and it is from here that she sends forth her rhizomes in search of the fresh air and bright sunshine she too requires to survive. An elegant elemental chameleon if ever I've seen one.
She features in the creation myths of so many ancient cultures and peoples, inextricably linked to rebirth and immortality. Gods sprang from her throughout time all over the world. She is useful as a plant medicine for trance and rites. She is undeniably resilient and her significant beauty has inspired hordes of devotees. More than anything else she embodies the ability to fight through the muck and the mire, the times when you're drowning in all your old shit or the creek's run dry or you're so burned that you need to pull your petals in and sink back into yourself until conditions are more to your liking. Damn handy medicine.
With this first eclipse holding hands with both Chiron and the south node, it is time to heal once and for all from those deep wounds and craptastic patterns that only hold us back. You have time and as they bubble up relentlessly courtesy of the sky candy, little choice in the matter. The path we tread between eclipses is an often shaky one because we shall be triggered precisely so that transformation is the only way to prevail. Refer to the last week of your life in this context if this comes as news. It is not everybody else. It is your same old stuff and the only way is through, my lovelies.
Submit to the magic.
Surrender to the process.
BE the water lily so that you too may bloom where you are planted.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2016