One might accuse me of being a bird witted, ninnyhammer when it comes to waiting for a watched pot to boil, but it’s a vexatious part of a havey cavey business.  I’m talking maple syruping. I’m talking finishing the sap after it’s gotten the old rake down in the outdoor boiling pans and is just about syrup. This process alone can put one in the deuce of a pucker.

While some may be junketing around the countryside enjoying rustication on a spring day, I must to the boiling pans. This often takes me into the suds.  It’s no flummery to boil down forty gallons of sap to just a whisker over a gallon of golden libation. Today’s haul is NINETY gallons of sap to boil down. This sets me up to be Friday faced by day’s end.

But not by a long chalk is this the worst of the matter.  The sap then goes into the house for a final finish boil.  This is a bit of a whisky frisky. This is when the old rumgumption begins, because first nothing happens and nothing happens and nothing happens.  The sap sits in pots on the stove, and it’s as much of a yawn as a proper jaw-me-dead to wait for the boil.

But then, suddenly it’s the worst hobble ever, because one paper skull or pea goose turn away from the pot always occurs JUST when the boil happens.  Then the sap goes all over the stove, the floor and every last frippery in sight.  Smoke alarms, burnt sugar, seething pots- it’s a horrid collation.

To give us petticoats our due, it is a rare hubble bubble of a project even for a pink of the ton. And if the pot fell to the care of  a half sprung shuffler?  Why, I’ve seen the most odious little bounce let a boil go, and sopped up the mess myself, make no mistake.  So, no matter the sure card that is at the stove, a bumble cloth of a boil over is bound to happen. Yes, even when you keep a focus bang up to the nines.

My solution of late? Georgette Heyer and her books about the Regency period in England. With one of her witty tomes perched over the skimble skamble of the boiling pot, I’m never in a quake nor falling into the dismals.  Instead I laugh with a gurgle and keep the watched pot under perfect control. I’m diverted with one eye on the pot and the other on my heroine’s handling of every loose fish in London. So far it hasn’t left me caper witted or flying up into the boughs. So far it’s resulted in some excellent syrup.

It is always fascinating to notice big spikes of interest in a certain Flower Essences.  Each week there will be a couple of Flower Essences that step into the limelight with an unusually large number of requests for these friends.  This week we have been flooded with orders for Honeybees in the White Hawthorn and Baby Blue Eyes.

Honeybees in the White Hawthorn is made when the White Hawthorn tree in the perennial garden blossoms and every Honeybee from miles around comes to partake in its blossoms.  The noise of the Honeybees is so loud that we can hear it from all over the gardens. When we make the Flower Essence each spring, we sit a bowl of White Hawthorn blossoms in water up in the branches of the tree and ask that the vibration of the Honeybees be as much a part of the Flower Essence as the White Hawthorn blossoms.

A shaman from South America told me he slept with a beehive under his pillow so that he could benefit from the healing properties of the Honeybee’s sound vibration.  This was the original impetus for making this Flower and Honeybee moment in the garden into a Flower Essence.

The first time I went to consider the strengths of the Flower Essence, I felt the Essence would help people’s energy systems in the same way that Honeybees serve the land they work. 

Honeybees do essential work to balance the energies on land.  There is nothing random about where Honeybees go or why they go there.  Yes, it often concerns collecting nectar and pollen but it is also more than that.  Just as they will sting someone to release a fear, anger or intense emotion, they go to places on land where the energy is low and work to raise its vibration with their light.

When we first sent Honeybees in the White Hawthorn into the world, we felt it would help people and animals balance their inner energetic landscape much as Honeybees balance land. That proved to be an understatement.  This Essence bears so many gifts and helps us in such profound ways.  To see it fly out of here in such numbers is deeply heartening because it means people are being called to balance their inner landscapes in this time of outer turmoil. 

Our inner landscape is the only territory we have the volition and ability to deeply affect.  I can think of no more powerful way to approach the chaos of these times than to harness the vibrational model of the Honeybee to heal and balance our inner landscape.  The White Hawthorn Flower adds a deep note of healing the heart chakra which makes this combination of support from this Flower and the Honeybees an incredible healing duo.

To begin with I was puzzled by the flood of Baby Blue Eyes orders.  On the face of it, the Sovereignty Set seemed to offer similar support to Baby Blue Eyes, but obviously that wasn’t so because in addition to the Sovereignty Set, many were clamoring for Baby Blue Eyes too. What is going on that requires the extra support of Baby Blue Eyes? What is Baby Blue Eyes’ unique gift that dovetails with the Sovereignty set right now?

Here is the description from the website.

Baby Blue Eyes , Veronica chamaedrys

Spiritual resilience, knowing our value

Baby Blue Eyes helps us find a kind of spiritual toughness. This spiritual toughness is not to be confused with defensiveness. Instead, Baby Blue Eyes promotes the flexible, resilient, and detached energy of knowing who we are, knowing our own value and being able to experience what happens to us without taking any of it personally.

-Children LOVE this Flower Essence because it addresses a specific situation children repeatedly face; the experience of having their inner wisdom discounted.

Reading this illuminated why we might need Baby Blue Eyes so much right now.  We are bone weary.  We have been through a rough couple of years. We would like a rest, but instead events around us speed up and require more of us than ever before.  Daily patterns, institutions, people and other things we thought of as ordinary unwavering realities that we could depend on have fallen away or apart. We can’t lean on them.  More things fall apart every day.  We have to find a way to ground ourselves, but not to societal structures we once counted on because they are going, going, gone.

Then to what do we ground?

Baby Blue Eyes offers a way forward.  The Angels choice of vocabulary in all the Essence definitions is so intentional.  Here they articulate the territory of Baby Blue Eyes support- Spiritual Resilience.  They note this is toughness without defensiveness.  We won’t easily get through this time if we defensively dig into what was.  For one thing, those structures and self concepts are no longer there for us to dig into. 

So we need detachment, to literally let go of structures we thought would always be there or ideas about who we are that have proven limited or false.  Various forces try to pull us back into defunct self definitions, but we can’t go back there.  The terrain where those things seemed true doesn’t exist anymore and always was a distortion of ourselves.  It is time for an expanded experience of ourselves that knows who we are, and grounded in this truth, doesn’t take what others do or say personally.

We have to cross over from thinking we are confined by the limits of what appears to be going on to take our place as so much more.

What we call reality is just stage set earth. The roles we play are just a small sliver of who we are.  We are so much bigger than the parts we play.  Dear Baby Blue Eyes helps us ground in this new radically bigger self definition of self as Divinity in a sea of Divinity.  Baby Blue Eyes helps us hold onto this truth and not let go when others would try and pull us back into the old, tired and dead game.

I am so grateful for all you requesting these two Flower Essences this week.  What a gift to be called back to these two beloved Flower Essences and work with them during this time.  I salute all who listened to the call of these two Flower Essences and go forward seeking an expanded self definition. I say Bravo to all of you!

In ancient Rome, according to Jungian analyst Joseph Lee, if someone was exiled and sent from the city never to be allowed to return, it was the equivalent of a death sentence. Outside the safety of the city, one was unlikely to survive. To be exiled or ostracized remains an extremely violent experience on the inner and outer level.

As we recover from the confusions and fears of the last few years, I hope we will examine what happened and decide not to repeat some of the societal choices we made to exile and ostracize others. Should anyone making a free will choice be subject to death threats and extreme shunning? Should we ostracize friends and family because they see a situation differently than us? Why would we ever pick up the weapons of ostracism and exile to use against fellow humans who exist in an energetic matrix which renders us all one energy field? Not only are all beings needed and valuable but all of us are actually an indivisible whole.

Can we swing the pendulum back from these acts of separation to acknowledge our oneness and act from unity consciousness? I believe we can and will.

Ostracism is a subject close to my heart since my childhood and early adulthood community all went along with my mother when she chose to disinherit me and throw me out. It was disorienting in the extreme to abruptly lose all connection with the people and places that had filled my life. The loss of a beloved place in the Adirondacks was particularly devastating.

Green Hope Farm staff has always been a surprisingly multi-cultural group for northern New England. I wonder if part of this is that my own wounds of exile that I work so hard to accomodate and heal call out energetically to others who also have been exiled from their homelands.

If I have been there to help other exiles heal, they have been there to help me heal. Take for example Thembi.

Thembi arrived from Zimbabwe with four little boys. Her husband had to flee when he found himself on Mugabe’s hit list. Eventually Thembi found refuge in the United States too. Thembi was no stranger to nature as she had a much loved grandmother who lived on a farm, but Thembi was a city girl. She grew up and flourished in Harare, Zimbabwe’s capital city. When she came to America she left family, friends, jobs and a vibrant network of joyful interconnection to find herself in an alien landscape of trees and grass and in a culture so incredibly unlike her own.

Exile can make one bitter. There is just so much lost. Thembi suffered her losses and accommodated them deep in her heart without bitterness. She inspired me with her pluck and sass. She’d comment with zesty humor about the danceless even joyless community she now found herself in, but she got on with it. She worked at Green Hope Farm, but she also got her degree from a local college in hospitality management. When her house burned down and her family lost everything from their old life as well as their new one, she picked herself up and rebuilt. Now she is running two very successful businesses while still raising 5 boys. Yes, she had another child after arriving in America! Her beautiful home was created on a tiny budget but looks like something out of a magazine. When we visit, the conversations are refreshingly honest but devoid of cynicism. So much about her new world still puzzles her and makes her laugh, but everywhere Thembi has gone, people have come to respect her incredible work ethic, innovative problem solving and enormous heart.

She didn’t die when exiled from her homeland, but she is a rare person of great courage and fortitude. It’s a wounding journey to be ostracized or exiled and requires immense determination to overcome. Some might say that exile was the making of Themibi, but I’m sure deep in her heart she’d like to still know the embrace of her family and friends. Who wants to be on the receiving end of these kinds of losses?

And so I hope as we move forward as a culture, we consider the ramifications of our choices to throw people away. It’s taken me over twenty years to somewhat accommodate the losses of exile and learn to live with the wound. I hope I have been as plucky as Thembi, but I know it has come at a cost.

I often get very mad at people who hurt me, especially when the hurt echoes the original wound of exile. But because of my experience of ostracism, I try really hard to find my center and wait until I’m calm enough not to be reactive. I try to get to a place where I can send back love. I try not to bring exile or ostracism to anyone else. I’ve struggled with forgiveness but continue to work hard on it. I remind myself that for so many reasons, forgiving others is forgiving myself. Even when I don’t fully experience it, I hold in my heart the truth that we are all one. Isn’t it time to leave the whole patriarchal dynamic of judgement and shunning behind and recognize this?

In closing here are a few Flower Essences that help us with this task.

Agnes Rose– This precious Rose Flower Essence friend helps us know, “You and I are not we but one.”

Corn– Corn helps us access the wisdom of cooperative community, a vibration where we live as peacefully and harmoniously as kernels of corn growing on the cob.

Sweet Pea and Carouby de Maussane Pea– Last night I dreamed I was planting several big garden plots of peas. I awoke thinking how pea Flower Essences support peace in community. There is more than a little energetic significance to the peas in a pod idea.

Arbor Garden– A gift of harmony and oneness, offering a timeless experience of ourselves as love in an ocean of love.

Maltese Cross– If you have been exiled or ostracized, Maltese Cross helps heal from the violence of this experience.

The Three Phacelia Sisters– Breaking the inner and outer dynamic of ostracism and exile. This one helps us heal the wounds of our own self exile.

Osteospermum– Helps us remain serene and unaffected by others judgments, criticisms or betrayals of us. This one helped me so much in the early years of my experience of ostracism.

Wound Healing– Don’t we all need some of this? I certainly do!

Maple– It’s maple sugaring season here, so Maple is on my mind. Maple’s Flowers bring an incredible energy of balance and sweetness, the middle way but the zesty middle way like Thembi.

The electricity has been a bit unreliable lately. Our electricity comes in over wooded hills from another town via poles, and along this desolate stretch of poles a fuse kept blowing. The folks from the power company found themselves walking the line over and over to find what was drawing the power and flipping the fuse. I ran into a couple of them in the woods when I was out for a walk, and they were determined but discouraged. It was cold, windy, turning dark and they were fruitlessly walking up and down the same forty seven poles.

Since the power company employees were not optimistic that a fix was in the near future, we gathered nearby family for a candlelit dinner at the farm. Our woodstove could keep everyone warm and fed while we waited for the power to return.

As the evening unfolded, the electricity would come on only to falter a few minutes later as the fuse blew again. Even though we’d been told the problem, each time the power came back on we would relax and think the solution had been found. Then five minutes later the power would blink off again. The third or fourth time this happened we had enough sense to refill some buckets with water and flush the toilets.

As it grew dark we heated a mishmash of food on the woodstove while we played charades. Half the fun was that we really almost couldn’t see each other in the gloom. Well into the evening when many were snoozing on various flat surfaces, the power came on for a longer stretch and everyone went off to their own cold beds.

In the morning it looked like we had entertained a thousand guests most of whom were under the age of five. As I surveyed the scene, I thought long and hard about the cany wisdom of my grandmother who kept a very small basket of damaged toys for us grandchildren and NO MORE. The only item I can remember is a pair of broken googly eyed glasses which gave a surprising amount of pleasure for something that could not actually be worn. But in general her collection of toys was so dire that we ignored them. Instead we played with a bowl of polished rocks. Perhaps the littlest grandchild even ate some of the rocks. Grandma did not seem to be bothered with the details of how we entertained ourselves and neither were we.

Her strategy had more appeal than ever as I considered the chaos of seventeen bins of toys spread throughout the downstairs of our house as if by tornado winds. Those dear sweet visiting grandchildren had been very busy. I wish I could say that this was a random occasion successful only because in this instance they could dismantle the household under the cover of darkness, but that would not be true. The fact is, there are just too many bins of toys and several dear souls intent to spread them everywhere during even a five or ten minute visit.

And so after a long interlude picking up the toys and considering if I had the will to disappear them, I thought how refreshing it would be to go into the gardens and see what was happening. I thought to myself, “This could only lift my spirits after the dampening experience of picking up ten thousand random toy items.”

The snow had receded enough to uncover the grass and gardens in many spots. I had noticed a few days before that the Hellebores were about to bloom. Known as the Christmas Rose in England, this plant often blooms about this time of year here at the farm. I expected to greet its blossoms with fanfare and delight. Even a bit of gloating.

This was not to be, for just as I had noticed the Hellebores, so had the deer. They had eaten the whole bed. I was furious! As I stomped around I wondered, “Just how early do I have to start spraying “Deer Off”?” Apparently when the snow is still falling, the ground is still frozen and the season is still winter.

Later that day as evening came once again- no power outages and no toys on the loose- I saw from my kitchen window eight deer in the garden. They looked so robust and plump that they resembled jersey heifers more than deer. Really, it was hard to call these roly poly things deer…… and I knew exactly what had made them so fat and sassy. MY Hellebores.

In gardening as in keeping a tidy household when children are afoot, the only thing to do is throw in the towel and accept that deer are going to munch and children are going to handle and discard every last toy available to them. For now, the grandchildren get a reprieve from a toy purge (maybe I can get Grandpa to do the next clean up), but the deer? I’m firing up my spray tank tomorrow, that is, if there is anything left to spray.

Our personal power is within us. It is the divine life force energizing our being. Yet current world structures don’t rest in the experience of each person being responsible for and benefiting from their own personal power. Instead most institutions and many individuals work to accrue more power at the expense of others. Is this power dynamic of more and less powerful individuals the only one possible? Can power taken from others ever be used in a benign way? What is the future of our current power dynamics? Can we have a world without them? Can we have a world with them? But first, let’s consider some of the different ways power changes hands.

Some power is accrued by those who have something we want. A kid who wants a cookie is apt to comply if someone says they will give him the cookie if he does what the person with the cookie wants. The person’s power in this situation comes from the desirability of the reward. On a larger scale, people in political or institutional power can get other less powerful people to toe the line by offering or withholding desired resources or privileges. All these situations are an abuse of power.

Some power is accrued through “being the expert.” If we are seen to have an expertise, it gives us power over others. It behooves us all to be cautious about the use of this power and to move slowly in giving and receiving advice. Often things said casually by “an expert” are taken way too seriously by the person receiving the information. Here’s a silly example of this. Whenever I played cards with my father when I was a child, if I messed up dealing the cards or made any mistake during the card game, my father would say, “They’d shoot you out west for that.” As he grew up out west and was also one of two main authority figures in my young life, I took his remark literally. To this day I am painfully slow when I deal cards, so much so that everyone in the family gets up to get snacks, go to the bathroom or take a seventh inning stretch whenever I deal (And BTW I finally beat Jim at cribbage).

Some power comes with the office. We have all seen the danger of this in the abuse of children by priests. Should we assume people holding power because of their position in the world deserve this power? Powers come from advantages of birth that bring monetary advantages or social status. Should we assume those in possession of more resources know best how to use them?

One subsect of accrued power is the power we give celebrities of all sorts including social media stars. What kind of authority should we give people who have successfully marketed themselves on Tiktok? Should we make decisions based on their opinions? It may be harmless when it comes to choosing a new shampoo, but is it ever a good idea to give anyone a role of power in our lives?

As almost every woman and child knows, some power is accrued by size differences that give adults, in particular men, a power advantage right from the get go.

I have yet to find any arena in which the more powerful deserve it or use it well. I believe this could be done if someone was God realized because the authority that comes with God realization would be used only with pure love. For the rest of us, isn’t any use of power at least a little bit tinged with something besides love? This doesn’t mean it is not a worthy goal to use whatever power we inadvertently garner with as much love and as little ego as possible. That is vital. It also is vital not to seek power or bestow power on others.

How do we retain our personal power in the face of these imbalances of power? No sooner had I started to write this blog than I found myself at the receiving end of a power play. I wish I could say that I went right to thanking the universe for sending me a chance to examine this issue in the flesh, but there was some grizzling before I got there.

In this power play the person had the power to do what he did, and I was stunned by the inhumanity of how he used his power. While I did not have any power to change what he did, I wanted to remain in my power and not sink into feelings of powerlessness. I realized I was still in possession of my personal sovereignty which gave me the power to choose my response and my attitude.

I was distraught after the power play. This meant that first I needed to take care of myself and process my feelings of sadness and anger. I did this by writing several zippy letters that I chose not to send and talking to a couple people that I knew could contain my story. Letting myself express all my feelings opened me up to a felt experience that the way this man had handled the interaction had nothing to with me and only reflected on him. This helped me know it was none of my business to try and “fix him” by critiquing what he did. At this point I burned my letters to him. I needed to let him go. All of this processing helped me slowly find an attitude of more equanimity. I also felt a renewed determination to solve the problem I now had because of his power play. After a few days, I found myself surprisingly exhilarated as I worked to solve the problems this man had caused.

Then there was a plot twist. The man’s daughter contacted me, needing a big favor. As I considered this situation, I recalled an experience I had when an older woman that I did not know was incredibly rude to me. Later, I asked the woman’s daughter why the woman had been so nasty. She told me that the woman hated my mother. I was startled. After all, I was not my mother. Now I had an opportunity to NOT pull a power play on the daughter because of her dad’s behavior. I could break the cycle and help her out. I liked how my decision to help left me neither feeling powerless nor pulling a power play in some act of revenge that would only continue the circle of poorly used power.

And so with this experience I was reminded that like everyone else, my life has included experiences in which I have been given no power or given too much power. Like many kids with controlling parents, I grew up wary of power. I chose first to appease the powerful patriarchal mother I had and then later steer clear of her as much as possible. But of course, she gave me my first experience of power, and this is the template I have to depart from in order to heal.

Our early experiences as powerless in relationship to our parents triggers old wounds. I saw it when this man pulled his power play on me. What I was really reacting to was his dismissal of me in the same way I had been dismissed by my family of origin. Now it’s our job to heal the wounds with kindness towards ourselves. We need to embrace the truth that we always have our own personal power and with it the freedom to choose our attitude. And in these dying days of patriarchy, we need to proceed with caution about how we use accrued power that is not our own.

People can say that accruing and losing power will always be the prevailing dynamic, but we have gotten to the end of the line with this patriarchal template of hierarchy. It crumbles before our eyes. As our faith in institutions dies, we don’t have to see this as the death of faith. We can transfer our faith in institutions and top down authorities to faith in ourselves. Our planet requires it of us. What will this look like? I do not exactly know, but here at the farm we are trying to explore this new model and so help ground it on our planet.

The new model is co-creation, and the resources we will need to depend on and take responsibility for are the inner resources of the divine feminine and the divine masculine in each of us.

In co-creation it is understood that everyone is part of the one, different but indivisible with the whole. Consensus is the operative model and the strengths of the inner divine feminine are the tool box that help us arrive at consensus. Then the divine masculine kicks in by translating this inner wisdom into wise action. Patriarchy is power used to suppress the wisdom of the divine feminine to act in a rudderless and destructive way.

My first lessons in co-creation came in the form of co-creative efforts with the Angels and Elementals. The Angel and cabbage poster was from 1993, about six years into my co-creative work with the Angels and Elementals. In these early years, I didn’t really grasp the concept of co-creation. I projected authority on my Angelic and Elemental partners. However, they never took on this projection. They have always operated from a framework of our oneness, equality, indivisibility and wholeness. During the last thirty five years I have met with my Angelic and Elemental partners to come to group decisions about everything that happens here, and they have never pulled a power move on me. Ever. They hold such an energy of unity consciousness that co-creation with them has been like riding a bike with training wheels.

The harder work came in holding unity consciousness when co-creating with fellow humans. That has been an arena of much learning for me. I crash my bike quite a lot.

To take equal (not more or less) responsibility for what is happening in any group, respect divergent views and stop projecting our stuff on others requires maturity. When we sit in a circle together in the mode of co-creation versus hierarchy, we must sacrifice accrued power for the more unknown territory of equal among equals. It is tough work to see the divinity in EVERYONE.

We all enter the work with baggage of the patriarchal mindset sort. Well, I certainly do. When we meeting in a circle with the hope to work from our shared divinity, things can go sideways. It takes a lot of time to get to the consensus so necessary to co-creation. Sometimes we all just want to get it over with and give the decision to an individual. If we resist this temptation, the co-creative decision has this wonderful life affirming energy, but it requires patience to get there.

Top down authority is familiar. If a person in the circle is massaged into and accepts a controlling role or simply takes the role, participants can get a quick and familiar feeling of community in shared feelings of powerlessness and dislike of the authority figure. We can feel angry, but it’s familiar. When we sit in a circle together in the mode of co-creation versus hierarchy, we are all in it together. But there are not very many structures in our world where this is what groups do, so hierarchy is often the model we fall back on if we get anxious.

As we practice this new model, kindness to everyone involved including ourselves, patience, calm, breathing, waiting, letting go especially of fear and sitting in quiet all come into play. We have to keep trying and keep examining how and when we drag the old patriarchal baggage back into the dynamic. We have to take ownership of how we might see patriarchal patterns as a perk. Taking all the responsibility and power or taking none are sometimes not as scary as being an equal among equals. Co-creation requires self examination, honesty and courage. It also requires keeping on keeping on. Humor helps too.

But embrace it or not, co-creation is the model which we are being collectively called to. If humanity has long been errant children testing our limits with Mama Earth in our own drama of an out of balance power dynamic, now we need to take responsibility for ourselves as co-creators with Gaia and all sentient beings on this planet. Perhaps humankind had to go through a ripening process to be mature enough to know its shared divinity. But now is the time we must leave our childhood behind and flow with this different dynamic of divinity in a sea of divinity.

Our Angelic and Elemental partners operate from a dynamic of love in a unified energy field of love. They welcome us into this framework. The damage being done to Mother Earth is the last gasp of patriarchy. Gaia’s response is not about power but about love. She shows us what we do to ourselves. She mirrors back the truth to us that we must love ourselves and our planetary home enough to move from collecting and misusing power into a co-creative dynamic of love.

As patriarchal structures continue to fall apart, all of us will be called to go into the unknown of co-creation. But unknown doesn’t mean bad. Our co-created gardens and co-created Green Hope Farm community lead me to know this unknown will be more beautiful than we can possibly imagine.

As we practice these new skills of co-creation, we will be called upon to lean on the inner resources of the divine feminine within us with its skills at containing other points of view, vulnerability, intuition and consensus building. If we own our divine feminine then our own inner divine masculine is going to come on board. The out of balance feminine will no longer count herself out and the out of balance masculine will no longer act in a rogue and destructive manner but listen and co-create with our divine feminine.

When I was talking about writing this blog, staff goddess Vicki reminded me that the Crete Essences ( found in the Mediterranean collection section) are so helpful in this work of accessing our divine feminine as part of co-creating a new reality here on Earth.

Crete held a vastly harmonious civilization that was not based on the power dynamics of patriarchy and power politics. In its land and Flowers it leaves us tuning forks as we too work to create a world in which we experience ourselves as co-creators birthing a new harmony.

To those who say none of this can happen, I say, “Let’s try this and see if that is so.” I think we are going to be surprised by what is born after the collapse of patriarchy. This New Life will be a wonder beyond our imaginings.

A possible Flower Essence toolbox for co-creation might include Flower Essences from Crete in the Mediterranean collection and the Venus Garden Collection which always help us cross the threshold into the new as well as the Sacred Feminine, the Sacred Masculine, Symphony and Pear. AND OF COURSE THE SOVEREIGNTY SET. The present power politics are based on erroneous notions of power. Our true power is our inner life force/divinity. As we spiral inward to know and experience this power, not only does it help us co-create a new world but it helps us see patriarchal power as the illusion which it is.