We have a tradition in my family. Joanna bakes rhubarb pies for May Day, Mother’s Day and for my father’s birthday which falls on May 11th. As my parents live in southern New Hampshire and I now live in Downeast Maine, I have to pass on either May Day or Mother’s Day, as I would not do the drive back-to-back.
Rhubarb doesn’t like a cold, wet spring, anymore than we do. The last time I looked at mine it was just leafing out. When David had errands to do yesterday I asked him to bring me back some rhubarb. Today David shared with me that the rhubarb was very dear, being from Belgium at $3.95 a pound.
I couldn’t help myself. I jumped up and down; had a little hissy fit. It wasn’t the price. I would pay anything so that I could bake at least one pie for my parents. It was the knowing that rhubarb is abundant in New England and the rhubarb in Hannaford’s had come from Belgium. After my fuming, I didn’t go any further on the subject. I know better than to try to make sense out of insanity.
I did not have enough rhubarb to make the number of pies I had planned on. I took my paring knife and went out to our rhubarb patch with high hopes that it was further along in growth. At a glance it was only about 5 inches high with smallish leaves. When I bent down for a closer look, I could see that I could cut perhaps enough for one pie. I thanked the plant with every stalk I took.
I had washed the honking big Belgian rhubarb first. I had plans to dowse on it to remove anything that didn’t belong in it and ask the spirit of the rhubarb plant to come back into it. (Yes–it might have been easier to raise Lazarus from the dead then to revive the rhubarb’s energy with dowsing) I washed the petite rhubarb stalks from our garden and laid it down beside the Belgian. Then I dowsed on the energy of our rhubarb. It was 79,000, which is the energy of our land, so I was not surprised. Then I checked the energy of the Belgian rhubarb. It was 55,000.
“What?” I asked aloud. This was a very high reading. 20,000 would be passing. I had not expected this. Hmmm…I asked, “What was the energy of the rhubarb before I put my own rhubarb down beside it?” The answer was 3,000.
So what happened? Resonance. The Belgian rhubarb resonated upwards to the energy of the rhubarb grown here at Light Heart Retreat.
If a food stuff that has been cut and shipped across the Atlantic from Belgium to Maine increases its energy by resonance with a healthy specimen, what implications does that have for our own ability to naturally resonate upwards to a higher source of energy?
Have you ever been in a cathedral and felt uplifted by the sheer energy regardless of whether or not you are particularly religious?
How do you feel when you enter a funeral parlor?
How do you feel when you see a photo of the Dalai Lama?
How do you feel when you hear or read the name, Osama bin Laden?
Everything is energy. The news coming over the television is energy. What we read has an energy. The conversations we engage in carry an energy…
Got it? Good!
Now, if the divine design is for a high energy to uplift something that is vibrating at a level that is barely alive, do you think we might have a chance to turn things around on this planet?
I know we do. So get crackin’ and resonate the hell out of everything around you!
Love and blessings to our Earth Mother and all the mothers who walk upon her to carry the highest vibrations of love, patience, compassion, wisdom, kindness, forgiveness, gratitude and joy!