Ghost Pipe
There is a tunnel of trees in the woods alongside a place where deer step out to feed on apples in late summer. A canopy of oaks and beeches with old, forsaken branches strewn along its floor leading to a steep, sudden, down slope, too deep and too abrupt to navigate without tumbling down into the valley below.
But stepping back into the tunnel of trees, I notice surges of white pushing through the tangles of sticks and leaves and decaying wood. Supernatural beings peering at me as I walk among them? But no… beautiful, wondrous, pure stalks of translucent, angelic white. Appearing in lonely patches here and there. Naked and vulnerable to my footsteps. Poking up in the darkness and the debris of the forest where sunlight doesn’t reach.
As I kneel beside this mysterious garden, a bumblebee arrives, buzzing low to the ground, finding a bell-shaped flower to do its work of pollinating. Soon this Ghost Pipe will produce ‘offspring’ rising up and tossing off a seed pod to the wind.
But now I sit, dreaming of underground passageways that deepen into the earth. A secret network for life to flourish. Pushing every which way through the dark underground, connecting to what is needed for bringing this plant upward through the surface of the earth and into the light.
And going deeper… I sit, floating. I lie, floating. I fly, floating. I grab for sunlight. Handfuls. I can’t get enough of it. My energy body is on fire, glowing, radiant, burning away sadness, regret, unworthiness, hurt, the ache, the suffering as the energy of the Ghost Pipe makes its way through me. Digging and spiraling to the bottom. Hopefully the bottom. Offering me wholeness.
Ghost Pipe will happily accompany us on a journey into our shadows. Offering safe passageway and strong, reliable presence. Allowing a deep, loving unraveling within us to take place. Our anxiety to ease. Wisdom to appear. Bringing Light into our darkness. Awareness and understanding to ourselves. And a quiet peace to our hearts.