{"id":5148,"date":"2022-11-07T14:39:55","date_gmt":"2022-11-07T21:39:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/?p=5148"},"modified":"2022-11-07T14:39:55","modified_gmt":"2022-11-07T21:39:55","slug":"rest-and-flower-essences","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/?p=5148","title":{"rendered":"Rest and Flower Essences"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Fall has lingered here.  Garden tasks are done, yet the gardens are still warm and inviting.  Bulbs are planted (and eaten by the rampaging squirrels). Flower beds are tidied.  The vegetable gardens are mulched with their winter coat of hay.  In a region where fall often is a short season abruptly ending with the arrival of snow, this year is different.  Each day I sit in the gardens and rest in the soft light and palette of still vibrant colors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The word \u201cbecalmed\u201d keeps coming to me as I simply sit\n(sometimes knitting and sometimes not). According to the dictionary \u201cbecalmed\u201d\nmeans \u201c(a sailing vessel) left\nunable to move through lack of wind.\u201d  As\nfar as sailing goes, this sounds dire, yet the more I think about this word,\nthe more I wonder about its broader meaning. \nIs being becalmed always a bad thing? There in the very word be-calmed\nis the suggestion that to be becalmed can be a good thing too, bringing a state\nof inner calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rest is built into Nature. \nOur long fall of good weather has provided me a chance to just be in the\ngardens without a task list, but this time of year would bring rest even if the\nweather was colder. In November, the growing season is over, and at least for\nme, that means time to rest and let go and wait for the dream of the next\ngrowing season to be born after the Winter Solstice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rest has taken on particular significance for me this fall. I have been inspired to rest more as a revolutionary practice after hearing Tricia Hersey, author of Rest is Resistance- A Manifesto<\/em>, talk about the power of rest. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hersey illuminates the truth that our system of\ncapitalism\/patriarchy treats humans as machines bent to the wheel of profits\nfor a select few.  Her lived belief is\nthat if each of us take back our sovereignty through the radical act of rest,\nthe whole system of exploitation and overwork will dissolve away, one nap at a\ntime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hearing Tricia galvanized me to rest more, but it also got me thinking about all the times in my life when rest has been transformative.  Rest has always deepened my connection to our collective bigger self, and it’s often been a game changer in my life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In case you are new to this blog, I continue by noting that my family of origin was a patriarchy with a capital P. This meant no one in the family believed in the power of rest.  The primary patriarch, my maternal grandfather, wrote a book on the origins of French mercantilism\/capitalism in the 16th<\/sup> century.  This meant capitalism as the economic system of patriarchy was the mountain he lived and died on, and he expected us to die on it too.  The family slogan was, \u201cWork \u2018til the work is done,\u201d a grim even dangerous motto.  No one questioned the legitimacy of this ethos, so family members either worked themselves to death or broke down in total exhaustion, depression, illness, unhappiness or addiction.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One therapist described our clan as a group of people all rowing very, very hard in a boat without the slightest clue where we were going.  Throughout my childhood, human train wrecks happened in slow motion all around me, but no one examined why. We just kept rowing and rowing and rowing.  Regardless of the pain patriarchy caused us, the climate remained one of endless criticism about not doing enough or not doing it well enough. In lonely isolation we each labored to become something, never resting in the truth of our innate wholeness or in the fullness of just being.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woods, fields and waterways around my childhood home were the release valve from the crushing values of my home life. Nature was the saving grace in my life, but at home it was all about the patriarchal values of productivity, accomplishment, goal orientation and doing everything \u201cperfectly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In musing about rest and committing myself more deeply to it, I recall how resting with two broken arms brought me to a new understanding of my wholeness.  I also realize how all the built in naps and quiet times of rest with little children helped me birth Green Hope Farm and my calling with Flowers. I credit the rest, quiet, naps and the very slow pace of life with little people as giving me a spacious inner landscape to dream the dream of Green Hope Farm.  In rest I found my passion for Flowers and the spiritual path.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of my first transformative experiences with rest happened in college. My patriarchal grandfather paid for my college, and he expected perfect grades from me in exchange for his “gift.”\u00a0 During my freshman year, I studied night and day, yet my grandfather found my freshman grades unacceptable.\u00a0 They were truly the best I could do when living by his rules of constant, joyless studying, but they were not perfect as he demanded.\u00a0 Sad, angry, defiant and determined to just be me, I began my sophomore year with a different plant. I would stop chasing good grades. In fact I would stop studying. Instead, I decided to rest.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I did the required reading and went to class but then, before any exam, I would move my bed into the center of my dorm room and just lie there, becalmed.  Once in the exam, I would turn over the exam to a part of my being that experienced its interconnection to all things and let that consciousness write the exam.  My childhood time in Nature had given me a capacity to go into this consciousness and now it became my way to navigate college. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not only did rest positively transform my daily life as a student, but the more I rested the better things went. This didn’t really surprise me as the stuff I was writing wasn’t from my limited consciousness. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I rested and relaxed into this bigger consciousness more and more, I realized none of us needed to feel alone as separate test takers or separate isolated learners.\u00a0 The greater self we all share is ever there offering the support and insights we need. Rest and letting go were the doorways into this place of wholeness and expansiveness. All we had to do is stop listening to patriarchy and lie down and nap.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rest made me aware there were plenty of ideas and as they moved through me, I didn\u2019t need to claim ownership of them to feel like enough.\u00a0 It never felt like a less than experience to not see them as mine. Ideas were their own pleasure and didn\u2019t need to be owned. I didn’t really care about the focus on ownership as I felt more whole and content listening to this bigger consciousness than I had ever felt leaning on “my own resources.”\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My new approach to being a student threw patriarchy into the garbage pail. Patriarchy is built on the illusion of scarcity. It exhorts us to compete for limited resources against each other, yet here I was experiencing that we were all part of the same consciousness so all divisions were false, all ideas were shared and academic or any other kind of competition was like the left hand slapping the right hand.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was just the beginning of many skirmishes with patriarchy. Another came much later when I began Green Hope Farm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Out of enthusiasm, love and rest was born the business of Green Hope Farm, but business was a territory held by patriarchs and even in my tiny town, they didn’t welcome outside the box thinking. This meant that patriarchs who got wind of my tiny business seemed intent on caging me in with their rigid constructs or thresholds guardian of fear. Anything to stop me in my tracks.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Massive amounts of unsolicited patriarchal advice flowed my way the second I sold my first bottle of Flower Essences.\u00a0 One retired executive pinned me down at a party to drill me on something called the 80\/20 rule and berate me that I had no business plan. I wanted to tell him I was lucky if I got the week\u2019s grocery list written down on paper let alone a business plan. He leaned into me with questions like what were my short and long term goals? Ummmm. Grow more Flowers? Get the kids to school before I packed the day\u2019s orders? Savor the fun of sharing Flower Essences with people and animals? Keep the cat from knocking over bottles of Flower Essences every day? \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thank goodness for my years being in the garden with children, the Angels and Elementals.\u00a0 As the patriarchs told me over and over again how little I knew and how screwed I was because of this, I listened instead to the ever peaceful and calm Angels and Elementals. They had been my partners in creating the gardens in the first place, so they were my partners of choice in this business too.\u00a0 With their input, we set the template of the business that broke with patriarchy.\u00a0 This group of advisors also solved problems for me before I even knew they were problems. They also respected my body and supported a humane and restful way to do business.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not only did my advisors frequently speak to me about REST, but they built rest into the whole organization.\u00a0 We began our work days with meditation. Each day we would meditate for as long as we wanted, and this helped our work flow immeasurably.\u00a0 Our daily and weekly schedule was never a worldy one but one that was gentler and shorter.\u00a0 We ended our days at three or four because most of us had small children.\u00a0 If a staff goddesses needed to leave early or take time off for themselves or a child, it was not a problem.\u00a0 On Fridays, the office was closed. The Angels insisted we needed this time out from the pressures of the work week and the pressures of the modern weekend. \u00a0How right they were, and how grateful I am that the Angels built rest into the very bones of the business. It made all the difference in how we moved through the next thirty five years. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well I could yammer on and on about rest, but maybe that’s enough for now and I will just add, Long live REST!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I conclude this blog with some Flower Essence suggestions that support us to rest, help us dissolve the grip patriarchy has on us and sink us into experiences of our wholeness.\u00a0 Flower Essences and the occasional big drama like my broken arms have helped me keep focused on the reality of my wholeness and the ability of rest to remind me of this wholeness. Flower Essences have also helped me with the ongoing task of dismantling patriarchy and my inner patriarch (a.k.a. Goodbye Grandpa).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under Patriarchy in the Flower Essence Suggestions for Common Concerns list<\/a>, the section begins with this reminder about what Patriarchy is:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patriarchal values reflect a values system based on ideas of\nproductivity, goal orientation, intellectual excellence and spiritual\nperfection at the expense of being human with the underlying false belief that\nwe are not born perfect but must make ourselves perfect. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The suggestions given for dismantling patriarchy are:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Sacred Feminine<\/a>, The Sacred Masculine<\/a>, Thyme from Omey Island<\/a>, Lavender<\/a>, Pomegranate<\/a>, all Essences from Crete<\/a> especially Dittany <\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Additional suggestions for specific topics include:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dismantling idea of body as separate and inferior to spirit: Claret Cup Cactus<\/a>, Paul Neyron Rose<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dismantling ideas of better than, worse than, and duality: Cherokee Trail of Tears<\/a> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dismantling erroneous idea that Divinity is not within us: Crown Daisy<\/a> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finding empowerment to dismantle the whole patriarchal structure: Dittany <\/a> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Showing the way to escape the snares of patriarchy and patriarchal dramas: Asphodel<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Concerning the topic of encouraging us to rest, here are\nsome suggestions:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For more restful sleep: Our Sleep Trio of Ladies\u2019 Bedstraw, Ladies\u2019 Bedstraw from Ireland, Sweet Pea<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

For support to let go of the ideas we need to \u201cwork til the work is done:\u201d Carry Less<\/a>, The Letting Go Flower<\/a>, Don\u2019t Worry-Bee Happy<\/a>, Coffee<\/a>, Solandra<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Support to experience our wholeness, oneness with creation and who we really are: Arbor Garden<\/a>, Passion Flower<\/a>, Indian Pipe<\/a>, Omey Island<\/a>, Feverfew<\/a>, The Truth of Touch<\/a>, Restore Divine Order<\/a>, Safe Passage<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Support to find sanctuary for respite and renewal within ourselves: Purple Viper\u2019s Bugloss from Crete<\/a>, Sanctuary<\/a>, Restore<\/a>, Disrupt, Derail and Dismantle Negativity<\/a>, Gatekeeper<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Much Love from all of us here and happy resting!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Fall has lingered here.  Garden tasks are done, yet the gardens are still warm and inviting.  Bulbs are planted (and eaten by the rampaging squirrels). Flower beds are tidied.  The vegetable gardens are mulched with their winter coat of hay.  In a region where fall often is a short season abruptly ending with the arrival … Continue reading Rest and Flower Essences<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5148","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5148"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5156,"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5148\/revisions\/5156"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.greenhopeessences.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}