I recently received a request for a custom Spirit Doll from a client I’ve worked with before.
He asked if I’d ever heard of Dame Habonde.
I hadn’t but a quick google search netted me plenty of information of this little known goddess and peaked my interest.
In Celtic areas she was a Goddess of abundance, joy, fertility and luck. Her symbols are ale and fire and as such she was honored by dancing around a bonfire.
In Wales, She’s celebrated on the First Monday in July.
She’s also connected with the night riders, believed to creep into homes at night bringing prosperity to the occupants. She was eventually dismissed as a witch and almost lost.
As a fertility Goddess it automatically puts her in the Mother section of the Goddess triptych. But I didn’t pick up on new mother or young mother.
I was feeling a seasoned mother, maybe bordering on crone-hood; a wise and patient mother.
And yet in contrast I was picking up on early summer, more of first fruits rather that first harvest that most abundance goddess are associated with.
And just for shits and giggles, Habonde kept shooting over visions of strawberries.
Now here where I live, Strawberry season is the last half of June and in my house it’s a big deal. We have a local u-pick that does a big festival to kick off its harvesting season.
The Renaissance Man and I drag the kids into the field to pick our share while they complain that they’re bored and hot and dying……then I spend the next 2 days processing strawberries; freezing, jelly-making and cordials.
I feel like this was her way of giving me a clear picture of her energy.
I worked with my client on the details; He pictured red braids and green/gold energy.
I added ruby in zoistite, emerald and rhodochrosite chips for the rich abundant energy and self love, because you can’t have one without the other.
And then a funny thing happened.
It’s my artistic nature to add more. More of everything. More layers, more fabric, more fibers, more beads. Just more.
But every time I tried, it looked wrong. I wasn’t feeling it. I got a little nervous thinking maybe I lost my mojo.
I’d undo what I tried and try something else. Sometimes I’d walk away, hoping that when I came back, the next layer would be more clear.
After 3 days, I finally asked Her. “What else do you need?”
And she laughed.
“Nothing. I’m perfect. Sometimes, more isn’t better, it’s just more!”
So she was photographed, approved and sent off to her happy home to work her magic and bring joy to the man who commissioned her.
Her words echoed in my head. A sure sign that there was a lesson to be remembered.
The eerie truth is that it’s exactly what I told my ex-husband years ago.
Sometimes, more isn’t better. It’s just more.
He was the poster child for 80’s culture. “The one that dies with the most toys, wins”
Remember that idea?
No…okay, I’m old.
He lived by that, filling our cape cod to the seams with crap he’d never use, leaving it up to me to figure out where to keep it.
In frustration, I spit those exact words at him and he laughed a nervous laugh that suggested I was right but he wasn’t willing to admit it.
He’s still a pack rat, but his house isn’t my problem anymore. I’m not as bad, I’ll do a whole house purge at least once a year.
I find it odd that a Deity of Abundance and plenty would preach against ‘more’. Isn’t that what Abundance is about?
So, what is the lesson now, how can that idea be applied to our current situations? Am I more focused on getting more? Do I really need it? Does it hamper my ability to enjoy the now?
And of course because I’ve lived with a pack rat and currently live in a tiny little hobbit house….. If I do feel I need it, how often will I use it? Where will I put it?
I think Dame Habonde is pointing out that abundance isn’t about more. Maybe its about enough. Enough to sustain, enough to share, enough to not worry about the next week, the next month, the dark and scarce winter seasons….
Maybe its not about having ‘it’ squirreled away in the back of the closet ‘just in case’. Maybe its about having the faith that it’ll show up when we need it. Maybe it’s about paying it forward and providing our excess to people who need it now. Something to think about.