A creative wildness can be felt rippling through the earth. Bursting forth from deep in the land. Deep in Gaia. Deep in humans. The animals. The trees. All of nature.
As if the whole world is coming alive. Into a potent delicious divine harmony.
A thick honey that we can touch.
Fertility is in the air. For all of us to drink. Freely. Can you taste Her?
Through your physical senses. Your rich playground of capillaries to Life. To your Self. To the earth. To Her beauty. And to the sweetness of Her essence. All around us. Within us. Everywhere.
There is no place She is not.
And our breath is the thread that takes us there.
There is so much richness unfolding on this sacred planet. Which we can not see with our human eyes. It is beneath the ground. Threads of an unfathomable creative process. So miraculous and incomprehensible. As it swirls and twirls. Following an intelligence of unspeakable magnificence.
We are in the stillness of winter. A silence that wraps the land in sparkles of frozen reprieve. I long to sit with my ancestors by a fire. Feeling held by the holiness of their ancient stories. The warmth of the flames caressing our skin. The taste of sacred tobacco on our tongues.
In the sanctum of the dark...
On December 21, we will enter the Solstice portal, a deep space of time magic. For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, this marks the darkest time of the year. A time of gathering within. Of celebrating all that we've sewn throughout the year.