This morning I was called outside in the early morning light. Everyone was still asleep, except for the birds and other critters roaming the frost kissed grass.
There is something in the air today…
A bittersweet longing that keeps words from forming.
Maybe it is the sensory overload of the beauty that surrounds me. It is the swirling mix of gold, russet, orange, and tan of the October light that has a mischievous magick in its own right.
Maybe it is the stillness that comforted me after a night of haunting dreams.
Maybe it is the thinning veil as Samhain opens its doors to the other side.
Maybe it is the exchange of energy between the Mother and Crone Goddesses. For this is the time of shifting power as Brigid retreats to the depths of the caves and the Caileach rises once more, bringing us into the liminal spaces before the winter descends upon us.
Maybe it is a mix of everything and for reasons I may not be allowed to see, hear or know.
I do know that the tides are shifting. I know that there is something much bigger than me at play here. So at this moment, I surrender. I let go of everything that is tied up inside me and I open my heart. I am ready to begin my retreat into the dark half of the year to explore the liminal spaces. May the crows protect and guide us as we take this journey together.
What are you feeling at this moment? What do the sights and sounds tell you? Be sure to turn the sound on to listen for your answers.
Be well today. May the Goddess protect and keep you close today and every day.
Blessed Be
Renee Bedard ~ The Whispering Crow
The Whispering Crow 