Election Dream: November 9th
Just an image: I see bleached, broken, slashed, and severed tree roots scattered over the entire horizon – which seem to stretch out in front of me in all directions – the ground, as far as I can see, has become a wasteland.
Context:
In my personal mythology, I see the “Tree Mothers” as friends of mine, Guides, who literally support and nurture me (and all creatures and peoples) on the Earth.
Without trees, I cannot (literally) breathe. Neither can other mammals.
On an archetypal or collective level, the image speaks to the World Tree or the “Tree of Life.” The trees have been shattered, severed, and uprooted. The trees are dead. The bone-like aspect of the trees is “familiar” – the tree roots look like human bones.
Roots are what hold us in place. Roots attach us to trees, each other, and to the earth – we have been severed from our roots.
The ground is barren – unable to support life
The bleached tree, person/animal-like bones speak to death – the wasteland ahead.
(Meet Mago Contributor) Sara Wright
Sara your speaking of the wasteland reminded me of a poem I share with students for Lammas Season reflections. I don’t know its author, except it was someone local to my region in the 1990’s. I only have a PDF of it, which I will email to you. It is about the Dark: “Don’t banish me, she says, or I will seed like
bitter ice in the marrow of your bones, and
there will come
the wasteland.”