When the children’s echoing laughter through the streets on Halloween fall silent, a presence rises along the edges. The wind blows a little longer and colder. The golden light hangs lower now, casting strange shadows where curious shapes are conjured only to quickly disappear. There was a shift that took place while we were not looking. It was a shift that now pulls the sunlight low across the horizon and lulls the vibrant life around us to begin its long winter slumber. For the time has come for her to walk across the landscape once again, preparing us for the growing dark days and lingering cold nights. It is time to slip from what we think we know and travel into the liminal spaces once again. It is in these mysterious places, where we can open ourselves up for exploration and contemplation. In the borderlands, we can do the deep work in order to slough off the parts of us that weigh us down and open ourselves to release and healing. It is here, where we can dream. And if we choose to walk with her through these spaces, we may be granted glimpses of what can be, as long as we don’t fall prey to the illusions of shadows at play.
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Tell Me A Story ~ Part Two
In the quiet of the night, have you ever felt your heavy heart reach out to you? When you hear someone passing by say a name or a phrase, does it propel you into a lost memory? When a familiar scent wraps around you, have your ever relived an experience? A song comes on the radio and you smile to yourself, remembering high school antics only to quickly change the station when the next song comes on so you don’t relive a painful memory?
Read MoreTell Me A Story ~ Part One
We all have parts of ourselves that we feel no one may understand. An experience, private reflection, a long lingering thought that is wrapped up in our minds and hearts yet will never see the light of day. They are pieces we keep hidden; shuttered and cast aside into our depths where they are left behind so we can “move on”. We do this so we can feel safe and protected from the trauma in which they were born from.
Read MorePressure
I spent some time with the flowers in my garden in the early morning. Everything was so quiet in the golden light. The pops of color against the green made my heart smile. Watching the bees dance from flower to flower to the music of their buzz was hypnotizing.
Read MoreHonoring the Sacred Within
I was up early this morning. As I laid still in the faint waking light, there was a feeling that ran through me. I am not sure if it was the lingering whispers of a dream or the comfort of twilight, but I was able to simply be in the moment.
Read MoreThe Only Way Out Is Through
The decent into the gorge was a steady and steep decline. The once bright, golden morning sun that warmed me is now filtered through the lush canopy, allowing a chill to settle upon my skin. A cool breath of a breeze reaches up from the forest below. The bending the tree branches whisper to the residents that a witch walks among them this day. Was it a welcome? Was it a warning? I felt their presence. I felt their eyes. I felt their curiosity as I made my way along the slow and twisting path.
Read MoreWalking the Spiral to Expand the Circle
For quite a few months, I felt a longing deep within me. I had difficulty naming it and was unable to describe it. At times, I felt loss and grief. There was even a pang that weighed heavily on my heart and mind. Sometimes it was a wave that washed over me, casting a shadow where I felt the confusing feeling of being lost and alone. Then there was the anger and frustration. What was going on within me that led to such an unexpected eruption? I questioned everything. There was an indescribable emptiness that I felt and it truly confused me. I wasn’t sure why, but it was there inside me and it was very real. It would emerge while I was going about my business with my daily mundane tasks. I felt a sadness or a longing that I couldn’t quite name. It would appear quickly and out of the blue but would linger like a ghost in me.
Read MoreEvergreen
There is an icy crust on the trees today. Silence is offering its hushed presence with an invitation to be still and listen. Although we welcomed the return of the sun a few days ago, we are still wrapped up within the cold darkness of the long night’s reign. We will be here for some…
Read MoreGhosts of Shadow and Piercing Light
The last few weeks I caught myself holding my breath. I feel like I have been pulled by the motion of the pendulum swing that takes me from one extreme to the other. At times I am feeling the electric energy of the season and the outward buzz it can bring. I can also feel…
Read MoreReflections of Our Songs
“And she called from the edge of the fields, from the edge of the stones in the streams, from the edge of night, and from the edge of dreams. Calling out into The Void, she asked for a glimpse of the dance of her lifetime. She wanted to know that she was not alone. And…
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The Whispering Crow 