Spring's Sprung and the Sap's Flowing


One of the beautiful things that have come out of the pandemic is that more people are hearing the call of the Earth and harvesting a desire to be more connected to the things that truly nourish us; like community, ceremony, and the elements themself. Many have found themselves craving a way of life that only a year ago they would have found foreign and backward. In this desire to reconnect many are perusing their social media feed for people who are doing things the right way, in a manner that honors the land and recognizes that trees have spirits and forest are embodied by a consciousness uniquely their own.


The collective consciousness of a piece of land is known as the 'Genius Locus' or 'Spirit of Place'. It is a sentient, knowing being that can and may manifest itself as an individual; showing itself within a particular tree or rock, but most of the time it is something we feel from the inside. When we walk onto a piece of land we step within the energetic aura of the Genius Locus that calls the space it's home. In this manner communication with the Spirit of Place is similar to what one would imagine a child would experience inside the womb of its mother, in which it is more of a feeling and knowing than conversation. For those skilled in psychic communication, the experience may have a blending of sight, hearing, visions within one's third-eye, as well as scent, as well as the experience of being spoken to telepathically.

The Genius Locus of 'Honest to Goodness Farm' was alive and radiating this weekend when the Bangs family held their second annual 'Blessing of the Trees'; a ceremony held to give thanks and honor to the trees that make up their sugar wood. Gathered around a Maple Tree altar in the snowy woods near the sugar house stories were shared of family tradition as well as Abenaki legend about the origin of maple syrup. The ceremony finished with offerings given at the base of the tree altar, including syrup created from its sap, and water from the well @ Solstice Meadow (my land) that the Wyrd Weavers hand-pumped and blessed.


(photo's credit-Emily Dwyer)