Day 4
We ventured out early today. The sun was trying its best to break through the overcast sky. When it did, the light stretched down from the hole in the clouds with its golden fingers. I felt a pull on my heart. There was a word that whispered in my ear. “Dream,” she said. Here in the chilly New England early morning, a warmth washed over me as the grey clouds rolled on for miles. It was a beautiful and heart felt adventure today that was needed in every fiber of my being.
Tonight, as the sun was setting and washing the now blue sky pink, I felt that wave of warmth once again. There was a fire within me. I felt it. I knew it. I remembered it. It has always been with me even when I feel a bit lost along my way at times. That warmth, that fire, that hope is what keeps me going and my dreams alive.
Today was a day when the sun poked through the clouds. Today was a day that allowed me to breathe, to laugh, and to be comforted. It was a day that ended with a beautifully painted sky ushering in the twilight. There, within the bending light, I allowed myself to dream. I danced with the shadows and golden light weaving our way around the trees. I do believe that the Golden Hour is my Witching Hour.
As we inch our way closer to Yule, how do you move? How do you feel your fire? Will you dance with your shadows and bending light, fostering your dream with love and hope?
Be well,
Renee Bedard, The Whispering Crow
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