Day 11
Within the earth, all is still and silent. The stone that forms my temporary tomb is cold to the touch. Here within this ancient space, icy fingers begin to seep into my bones, welcoming an old and hauntingly familiar feeling. I try to slow my breathing in order to connect to the energy all around me yet, a wave of resistance keeps me from my communion.
Outside the granite chamber the wind begins stir, carrying a faint and distant whisper through the cracked and cramped passageways. “Remember…” the voice swirls around me. “It is my breath that fills you now. Let it strengthen you, nourish you. Soon, you will make your way out into the new light of day. Rest here. Dream here. Let the stones offer you their ancient wisdom.”
Finally, letting go of the inner fight, I fall deeper and deeper into the depths of my unknown. In the distance, the ravens call, coaching me to trust the process.
Sink…
Let go…
Fall…
It has been a long and arduous road since Samhain. Now I hope to mix with the primal energies that I have been searching for and have resisted so far.
When searching within your inner landscapes, what helps you to finally take the leap of faith and trust the process? How do you experience it? As you explore the cold and cavernous expanse of your unknown, who you do call out to? Do you call out to anyone? How do you explore the wisdom of the earth? Does she answer you if and when you call? What will you say when she does answer?
Blessings to you on your path,
Renee Bedard, The Whispering Crow
The Whispering Crow 