Lasavia Essences are the gift of vitality of plants, minerals and insects delivered to you with the utmost care. The resolve of Lasavia is to deliver to you Elemental Healing through the introduction of an Essence into your being. We suggest you put a few drops in water, drink and take a moment to be inspired by the qualities of the Essence that you have chosen.
A note about ferns
Ferns are spore-producing plants. All ferns require wet conditions for sexual reproduction. On the backs of the fronds are brown spots or lines called sori. Each sori is made up of a collection of sporangia, which are small stalked capsules full of spores. By the time the spores are ripe the indusium has fallen off or curled back. When the spore settles down into a damp moist spot it grows into a tiny delicate plant called a gametophyte. On the underside of leaves two types of small structures develop. They are the sexual organs. The female are called archegonia and the male, antheridia. When there is enough water around the gametophyte, the antheridia burst open and the sperms swim towards the archegonia, which secretes a substance that attracts the sperms. Eventually one sperm finds its way down to the egg, with which it fuses. The fertilised egg or zygote immediately starts growing, the gametophyte withers away and the long-lived sporophyte is established.
Family: cyatheaceae. Cyathea means cup-like, referring to the shape of the indusium spore covering. Dealbata is from the Latin dealbare, to whitewash or plaster referring to the silver underside of this distinctive fern.
The Ponga is a tree fern and is often the first plant to cover land that has been burnt for pasture. The trunk is known as a caudex and it can grow up to 9 to 10 metres tall.
The caudex is very fibrous, while the stipes, and the upper section of the trunk, is comprised of old frond stems. The ponga is robust often re-growing after being felled.
The Fronds are erect; the sori, large, brown and covered by a dome-like indusium.
It often forms buttresses at the base by a dense mass of aerial roots. Tree ferns, generally, are ancient plants, and they give us a sense of what the primordial forests of Gondwana Land may have looked like.
A deep connection to nature, grounded with the ablity to be still and meditative. Strong mind integrated with the heart
Key words: Elemental, Ancient, Pan, Moon, Sexual organs, heart, centred, meditative, guardian.
Base chakra, ocean in depth, volcanic in potential, ability to wait for the timing, the male within the earth, receptive to the male earth energy.
There is a deep power of potentiality in ponga. As this potentiality unfolds it is transformative in that the power is innate and can only be expressed. It doesn’t interrupt itself. The essence of ponga is raw and potent, and it contains an unstoppable power to live and to exist. There’s no argument, no denial, it exists. Ponga moves forward and all we have to do is be still and allow it. The essence of ponga is also connected with the koru, the nature of the spiral and the constant movement of life. To be in it is to be centred in ourselves and trusting of the life force that propels us forward. It is not easy to articulate the energy I experience when working with ponga, but I do know that it contains a paradox – stillness is forward movement.
The remedy is about balance, but more specifically, it centres us into the life force. Ponga also nurtures further life, it’s therefore a brilliant remedy for getting projects moving, as well as helping to focus our attention on what is most important for the project to move forward.
This remedy can be used when we feel unable to trust our instincts, or for helping with procrastination and indecision. It helps us break through those things that are holding us back, by reminding us that life is forever moving. It gifts steadiness, firmness and watchfulness – the integration of the heart and mind.
the earth is barefoot
in the spring
my fingers touch
a prayer of red oxide softness
over the buttressed matted trunk
earth black still I walk into
copper brown dead fronds
pieces of black brown caudex
there is an ear in the tailbone listening
dark fallen birds
that may suddenly flutter upwards
aware how loud I am in the forest
when from the brown hairy unfolded frond
peers an old face.