May, 2013 –
In Arizona, the blooming Saguaro Cactus calls me to visit once again. As we approach, I ask permission and my Native American friend smokes tobacco to tune into the holy ones and lands we enter.
He looks up into the tall ancient cacti and announces to me:
“They are going to teach you about MEN.”
I laugh and wander off to meet my Teacher.
“Yes. I believe he is right.”
I find a towering ancient Saguaro with full, thick luscious creamy white flowers blooming in profusion off its high crown. I give offerings of cornmeal and flowers and lay them at his prickly feet and circle around as a blessing song comes through. I sing and circle and ask, beg, and offer to receive his medicine, teachings, messages. Saguaro called me here, after all.
I feel his outpouring of love and blessings back. I ground and connect. My heart fills and I hear the Spirit of Saguaro say to me:
“I am going to be your father, now.”
Tears well up inside me. I am adopted by a tall cactus. A new father figure. I am his child now. No hugs from this father. That’s fine. I feel his energy enter my being with great peace and knowing. The plant spirits know me and know I am receptive to their medicine. I receive with deep gratitude and joy.
I place a bowl of water on the earth and make a flower essence from the flowers and freshly landed buds gathered at his feet.
I return to my car full, content, and blessed to receive this plant spirit medicine. I know I will learn about men. I will experience what I felt in the desert— the Father’s support, protection, and unconditional love.
Over the last few years Saguaro has offered me profound healing regarding my relationship with my father, my sense of the Heavenly Father, my relationship with my inner-male, and the men in my life. I am very grateful for his presence.
In gratitude to the plants, Camilla
