A couple of days ago (Thursday and Friday), I got the chance to indulge my herbal-geek by making some rosehip syrup. It was a fun and satisfying experience, having the chance to get back to some wildcrafting which I hadn't been able to do while I was in Calgary. I ended up with a good quantity of syrup that will help maintain the family's health over the winter courtesy of an extremely high vitamin C content, bolster the immune system, help the kidneys and taste good to boot.
I also got the opportunity to experience Lady Airmid's energy for the first time. I must say, I've become so accustomed to Medb's crone-like, cranky, short-tempered, bluntness and Brìd's well-rounded, mature, even-tempered, balance ... Airmid's chirpy, upbeat, youthfully optimistic vibe caught me quite off guard.
Should it be a surprise to be that I've gotten to know my three Ladies backwards? Crone to Maiden? I suppose it shouldn't have ... due to the circumstances of my youth, I always felt as if I'd bypassed the Child/Youth stage of things. It's not an uncommon situation for an adult child of an alcoholic, particularly the eldest child who, so very often, finds him/herself in the position of trying to be the parent ... I have had enough years and enough chances to speak to others like myself to confirm this for myself. With vivid memories of cradling my mother in the middle of the night, holding and rocking her while assuring her that everything was going to be ok, I can recognize that I did, indeed, adopt the adult's role (as well as a child could) from a very young age (mabey 5 or 6).
So, Airmid's energy caught me by surprise ... should that be such a big deal?
Well, for many, perhaps not ... but for me, it was a very welcome experience. Those who know me would rarely describe me, I think, as a spontaneous bundle of energy and enthusiasm. I know that I have a tendency to barely break a smile where other's would be rolling in the aisles ... I still operate under the perception that so many of us humans experience when life has been difficult for long periods of time. After a while, you almost become afraid to allow yourself to express too much enjoyment or joy for fear that would be the signal to the universe to take it all away.
For those two days, I bounced around the kitchen, feeling light and happy, tending to this part or that part of the crafting process almost (but not quite) singing ... though I certainly felt like I might have liked to.
It was nice ... it was refreshing ... it made me want to allow myself that smile I so often hold back.
The Bean Tighe (pronounced ban tig) is a helpful spirit that is likely one of the inspirations for the "fairy godmother" type donor/patron from faerie and folk tales. She is the one who makes it possible for others to achieve their potential ... whether it be helping with the maintenance of one's home, one's finances, or the ability to make one's dreams come true.