Day 8
In meditation, I found myself under a cold, star filled sky where the inky midnight bled into the royal blue and violet of the Milky Way. I felt so small on the edge of the snow-covered pines. With a breath, I let go of all the worry that has filled my mind, weighed upon my heart, and that churned in my gut. Not an easy thing to do, but I tried. I cried. I collapsed upon the blanket of snow, as tears fell from my ever so tired eyes.
The message came upon the wind, “It’s time. It’s time for rest. Allow yourself to come in from the cold. You don’t need to fade away or worry you’ll stray. Trust the path.”
The Goddess said, “Feel the strength that rises from your innermost core. That spirit inside will never die. It will never lie. Trust and know that I am beside you, walking the spiral.”
“Like all of those that have come before, you too will find and open your door. You’re the key. Oh, Bright One, don’t you see, that you are me? You’re walking the Earthly Path. Now raise your eyes and you will see the stars and know from where you are born…”
Blessings to you as you walk your path to Yule. May the whispered words on the wind bless you and lead you further within your heart.
Be well and travel well,
Renee Bedard, The Whispering Crow
The Whispering Crow 