Deep within the earth, we have been wrapped in the silent stillness. We have been shedding. We have been growing. We have been dreaming. The Lady of Winter, The Cailleach, who sheltered us under her mantle as we walked our path through the liminal lands, brought us here to rest. It has been a long journey together and at times, difficult. The act of unwinding from what no longer serves us can leave us feeling wounded and raw. It is an arduous process, yet, we understand the importance of it. We must unravel slowly and purposefully in order to find our hidden and splintered pieces. This is how we heal. This is how we grow. This is how we come a little closer to embrace our true heart and hopefully, a little wiser too.
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Into the Liminal Part Six ~ Exploring the Shifts of Change
Over the last five weeks, we have talked about liminal spaces as physical locations. Places like river beds, swamps, forest edges, and the ocean’s shoreline hold a special meaning and energy. They are the transition points between two types of land. Just like dawn and twilight, they stand between night and day, light and dark. A describable location with a sometimes-indescribable feeling, a borderland holds a special energy and can often feel unsettling. If you were to walk through a once bustling town that has become abandoned, you can feel that the land holds something different. That place can heighten your senses and demand that you pay attention to the electricity in the air.
Read MoreInto the Liminal Part Five ~ To See In the Dark
As we walk though this life exploring our light, dark, and mysterious borderlands, we quickly discover that one meditation, one epiphany, does not clear everything. No. It simply allows us to scratch the surface to explore a myriad of other pieces, waiting to be seen through the lens of Love. Although it can feel overwhelming at first, we quickly realize that there really is an endless number of possibilities with many paths to walk.
Read MoreInto the Liminal ~ Part Four Surrender in the Sacred Swamp
Traveling deeper into the liminal spaces, we begin to slow ourselves down. Walking slowly, each step must be more purposeful than the last. We know there is a purpose to life and what we discover within it. We strive to understand our own pathway forward. Our society demands production at a rapid pace and proof that we have created. Proof that we exist to make an extraordinary mark upon our society in a clumsy dash for our fifteen minutes of fame. Yet in our race to compete for the top, what is the quality of our creation? What is the quality of our lives? Are we to create shoddy representations of ourselves where a shallow image reflects the disinterested attention of the masses or are we daring enough to go deeper? Are you willing to pull the filters off and stare into the unknown depths of your own soul? Are you prepared to shatter the image of what you think you need to be and trade it in for who you can be? Time, patience, and reflection are needed for the process to explore our depths as we wade through the still waters of swamps and bogs
Read MoreInto the Liminal ~ Part 3 From the Sea We Emerge, To the Sea We Return
Staring out at the endless sea, there is a deep primal presence that churns within. It rises. It falls. It beckons. It lures. It dreams. It envelopes. It coaxes. It devours. It renews. As we peer out to that something beyond the horizon and below the surface, we feel it, but what is it? Do we understand the enormity of it all? As mere mortals, do we even have the capacity to even scrape the surface of it? Try as we might, just as our ancestors did, we stare out to the endless sea and feel… something. That deep churning, the longing, that hunger and need for connection and meaning. As we search for understanding, we seek to know what our purpose is. We can feel the ancient and primal forces that are all around us and we try to understand them. As we do this, something shifts below the water’s surface before us. From the deepest depths, she emerges. The Cailleach rises once again.
Read MoreInto 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 MoreReunion In the Garden with the Gods
The fact that I could see my breath in the chill of the early morning air was a subtle declaration that autumn is here to stay. I tightened my scarf and pulled up my hood as I made my way towards the path, descending into the woods. Weaving along the trail, the leaves crunched beneath my feet. It was such a welcomed sound after a very long week. I could hear the flowing stream not too far away and I was excited to make my way across the bridge. With each step, I felt civilization melt away from my consciousness like a sugar cube in water.
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.
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The Whispering Crow 