Day 9
Every year as I walk the twenty-one days towards Yule, I find myself in a syrupy state of in-between just before the mid-point. This year is not an exception. I guess I can take comfort in that, especially in a year that broke all of the rules. For this Virgo, I have found that I rely heavily on structure, and routine, and a comforting pattern of reflection, release, and healing. Then again, this year has not been kind to any comfortable cycle.
Hmm… maybe that has been the point all along…
In my experience of this ritual of discipline, the second week can bring a deeper silence and a more serious reflection of where I am and what I will choose to dream during the long, dark, and cold winter. With the imbalance now of more shadow than light, I keep in mind the importance of rest and tenderness. I must remember to trust the decent into darkness. I have found that it is best if we slip back into the arms of the Dark Goddess gently. For it is there with Her, rebirth is possible. Wrapped up beneath the nurturing silence of the blanket of snow, I will be kept warm by my heartbeat and the love all around me. There, beneath the stars, I will begin to unfurl my heart and unleash my soul. Each breath will help to breathe life back into my being. And tonight, as I sleep, the Aroura Borealis will dance across the New England sky, igniting the Foxfire, my Foxfire, the shapeshifting magick that is deep, deep, deep within my soul.
May you trust your decent into the cold dark depths to prepare for your rebirth.
Be well,
Renee Bedard, The Whispering Crow
The Whispering Crow 