An early blooming cyclamineus type, Narcissus ‘Peeping Tom’ (daffodil) will flower in early March and April. The cultivar has a long trumpet and long-lasting flowers which here are adding spring zing to a mixed border.
Also known as: Quiet Moon, Snow Moon, Cold Moon, Chaste Moon, Dusting Moon, Moon of Little Winter
Nature Spirits: gnomes, brownies
Herbs: marjoram, holy thistle, nuts, cones, and seeds
Colors: brilliant white, blue-violet, black, silver, rose, and burgandy
Flowers: snowdrop, crocus
Scents: musk, mimosa, pine
Stones: garnet, onyx, jet, chrysoprase, Hematite
Trees: birch, Hazel
Animals: fox, coyote
Birds: pheasant, blue jay
Power Flow: sluggish, below the surface; beginning and conceiving.
Protection, reversing spells. Conserving energy by working on personal
problems that involve no one else. Getting your various bodies to work
smoothly together for the same goals.
Edibles: sugar cookies and apple juice
Altar Decor: pine branch, burgundy or rose candles, pictures of family and friends
So, today I decided to lay out in my backyard under my apple tree and try to communicate with anyone who would listen. I imagined myself climbing up the apple tree, higher and higher, until I looked down and saw myself below, relaxing peacefully. I kept climbing until I reached a new level (plane?) where I sat by a group of rocks next to a quiet stream. I sat until a shadowy figure approached. I sat with it a while, trying to ask it questions (it never answered me verbally), but then I tried to show it a trick and it LOVED it! I used some type of telepathic ability to put a purple narcissus on a stick and float it down the river.
The shadowy fellow led me into the stream and we swam until we arrived at a deep pool. There, I met a woman all in yellow, who kept running all around the pool and diving in and swimming and laughing while I tried to catch her. Finally, she let me catch up and she kissed me, but then pushed me away, laughing. Then I knew it was time to leave and went back the way I came.
I’m going to send a note of thanks down a nearby creek to the shadowy figure for leading me, and a bundle of yellow flowers as an offering to the lady in yellow. I’ve been reading, and I wonder – could she be Persephone? I know that Persephone loved yellow narcissus, and in one telling of the myth she was kidnapped by Hades when she was picking narcissus by a stream with her friends (there were other young men and women swimming and running, but they were a little less solid than the yellow lady). I felt like I had a really strong connection to her, and I want to try to communicate with her again. Does anyone have tips?