this particular essence felt a strong father energy. The purest of the masculine in a father form. It was the equinox seed story from Sara’s dance. It’s head was perfectly rounded and the height that when I stood underneath it, it was crown that filled me with it’s medicine and there were two big leaves that my hands could perfectly rest on in front of me. It was like I was stepping into a magical sunflower outlet. I’ve felt the sunflower energy, like balsamroot forces it’s stem down your spine and forces you to hold your head high towards the sun. No wavering allowed in shining your truth. It forces you to stand tall in your power and radiance.