From the mist she rises in the cold light before dawn. Strange shapes and shadows move but what do you really see? There are whispers from tree line, but can it just be the wind? Taking a breath, you close your eyes to clear your mind, hoping to understand what you see when you open them again. When you do, the whispers and shadows seem closer as the mist creeps around you now. The sound of water rushing by echoes in your ears. Does it make you feel unsteady? Does your heart race? Does your breath quicken? Are you feeling the chill in the air or is it a deep, unknown, and primal memory gripping you now? As the Cailleach stands before you, what do you feel as you both look beyond each other’s eyes and into the depths of forever? The Gate of the Time Between is now open and without realizing, you have already begun to walk through it.
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Into the Liminal ~ Part One The Time of Light and Shadow
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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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…
Read MoreThe Final Harvest Approaches
As October fades into November, we can feel the slipping away of what we see and understand in order to enter the realm of the liminal. Shedding our skins and questioning our patterns, we walk the changing tide of light to dark, life to death. We are exposed in ways that are uncomfortable for us as we willingly open our heart to those darker, shadowy aspects of ourselves. It is in those spaces where we will be able to retrace our steps and seek out what we are longing for.
Read MoreWhispering Winds
I awoke early this morning to the sounds of strong winds against my house and some crows upon my roof. Perhaps there was magick afoot. It was just before the darkness fully gave way to the grey skies splashed with color from the changing tide of autumn. The beckoning gusts called me fourth and I answered. After settling in with some candlelight and incense, I listened. I listened to the rush of air through the trees. I was soothed by the sounds of the windchimes. I freely released the ties that clung to me from a night’s deep sleep.
Read MoreDon’t Go Back to Sleep
In the silence of the early morning, I savor the fleeting moments. The Otherworldly light begins to awaken and rise. It stretches over the landscape, slowly crawling from east to west, bringing forth the new day. I willingly breathe into this being of light and find my senses slipping from dream to thought once more.
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 MoreWhispers from the Willow
With the difficult days that we are experiencing, it is important to reflect and seek insight from our allies. May this meditation bring you what you need.
Read MoreA Blessing Upon My Body
In light of what is going on in our country, I thought I would take a moment to pause. I have been angry. I have been experiencing rage, sorrow, shock, fear, powerlessness, and pure defiant determination.
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The Whispering Crow 