Dear friends,
This fall for me has been a time of turning deeply inwards, of seeing and feeling through layers and layers of old trauma and conditioning. I was shown how the composting of the faded in the fall is as precious and rich as the blossoming in the spring. The awe-inspiring relatedness of the seasons, the wholeness of their inter-being has been sinking into my heart, and deeper, into the womb. And here it is, that the source of all being becomes palpable, the Dark Mother who is always and always there, spreading her love. Here it is, where fall can become winter, where the heart becomes gently, so gently stirred by the light of what wants to become. The seeds of the new spring.
I wish you an wonderful Christmas time, resting in Her peaceful dark and receiving the light seeds of 2020. As a gift you find an inspirational poem below.
when the flesh
lets go of the bones,
the earth is round again.
when the flesh
lets go of the bones,
the cosmos is ripped open
and the moons shine.
when the flesh
lets go of the bones,
the water flows
and my heart sings
the flowers sprouting out of me.
all seeds germinate
when the sower becomes sun.