“there is a wildness in the concept of home –
a wild, spinning, wind in the center of it all –
a wildness in the calm…” 

Nicole Tilde / (10/2014)

Catawba Blossoms in May / Nicole Tilde

“…I’m astounded by the order of things. Even when my plans are a mess, and the snake eats the eggs, and my best intentions are put to rest. I’m astounded by the order of the egg, the hen, the snake, me in the threshold, and the shimmering brilliance of everything.

I want to believe in the round full belly of it all, I want to believe that the center of this life is wise, joyful, wonderful and always full. And if this is so, I can leave my discernment and my comparisons. I don’t need them anymore.

What is truth if there are no lies? What is a lie if I am offered stories intent on leading me back to that full center?

There are so many more dreams and stories… one about wading down a river into a healing space. At first I was not granted entry. I was told I had work to do, but when I returned I met a young boy there named Elijah.

He said to me, “Faith is just like flying. You’ve always known how – you’ve simply forgotten.” 

He took my hand and we flew off the ledge where the water fell.

There is nothing to be asked of faith. It’s been said by sacred mystics within rituals as old as carving stones, that questioning negates faith.

So here, in the flying, we don’t ask how or when or by whom or by what means. We leave all our questions at the rivers edge and our feet lift out of the wet and damp…”

Nicole~ / (10/14)

Writer of prose, poetry and haiku.

Translator of dreams.

Gardener.

Tarot reader and budding astrology reader.

Virgo rising. Aries Sun. Capricorn Moon.

Dragon’s head in Capricorn. Tail in Cancer.

I don’t know the western genre of my writing style. I relate it to the Japanese genre of Zuihitsu. Which can be translated as a combination of phrases or words; “pen” and “at will” or “follow the brush.” The result is found in the process of writing. Zuihitsu consists of loosely connected essays and ideas based on the reflections of one’s surroundings.

I have a degree in Environmental Horticulture and a Certification in Landscape Design, which was all very geared towards suburban landscaping. Not the sort of gardening I’m currently interested in. There is poetry in the land, a language, that dictates what our dwellings should reflect, the rhythmic language of a space. Plants are connected to the planets, the archetypes, and to people. They hold medicine for each of us.

I’ve been studying dreams and using my own dreams for healing and growth for most of my life. I cannot remember a time when I was not astonished by my night visions. I’m still astonished and grateful when the distillation of a dream offers me a path for growth. I use drumming with automatic writing, dream re-entry, dream query, and the lightning dream-work technique (as taught by Robert Moss) to gain insight into my dreams. Much of the writing on my blog reflects this.

Astrology came into my life during my Saturn opposition around November of 2016. I’m learning. I’m studying. I’m absolutely fascinated!

I live in rural Georgia in an old house (1832). I’ve lived in Georgia since I was eight years old. The land here is beautiful. There are lowing cows, miles and miles of green pasture grass and farm fencing and coyotes that streak through the night… but the clear-cutting of our sacred forests is a problem (plant more crops to feed more cows). Spraying of the underbrush on the state highways is still a common practice.

There is so much sadness.
The land is sick.
The king is wounded.

The wound is the feminine within him.

we will heal the earth
when we heal the feminine
we will heal the feminine
when we heal the earth

The Grail Maidens wait…

Nicole Tilde

*all images and words (c) Nicole Tilde 2012-2018 – thanks for respecting this