The darkness covers like a blanket as the small stirrings of light begin to make their way towards the horizon. Lulled by the falling rain, we walk the borderlands between night and day, drifting in and out of sleep. Something calls out of the mist and shadow. A voice faintly familiar whispers on the edge of a dream. “In a maze where we cannot always see where we are going, nothing is guaranteed. Life however, will always find a way even if it is not what you expect. How then, will you find yours?”
One bird begins to sing out, one call at a time. Again, you feel the stirring. Are you ready to cross that line? To slip and stretch from the borderlands and into the promise of a new day, we know the sun will rise however, today is washed in rain and grey. With a breath, we need to move and break, a late slumber is not in the cards today. We are reminded by the growing green, glistening in the silver grey, “Life always finds a way. From the seeds beneath, in darkness they grow. To breach the surface, just how do they know? To rise and thrive beneath the sun, nothing is guaranteed. In the earthen maze, they cannot see yet, their desire and Will drives them to be. Are you daring enough to create the action where you can thrive beneath the sun? What are your plans? What is your dream? What is your song to be sung?”
With Bealtaine upon us, may the fires purify and bless you. May your inner flame be fed through this blessed light. May you find your way and sing your song as you breach the walls that confine you.
Blessed Be and Blessed Bealtaine!
Renee Bedard ~ The Whispering Crow
The Whispering Crow 