Within the earth, all is still and silent. The stone that forms my temporary tomb is cold to the touch. Here within this ancient space, icy fingers begin to seep into my bones
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Walking the Path to Yule ~ Day 10
“Our gold is not ordinary gold.” ~ An Alchemist’s moto
Today was one of those days that didn’t want to come off of me. Chance conversations with strangers, overheard words and phrases, and even stories on different podcasts grabbed me
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I must remember to trust the decent into darkness. I have found that it is best if we slip back into the arms of the Dark Goddess gently. For it is there with Her, rebirth is possible.
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In meditation, I found myself under a cold, star filled sky where the inky midnight bled into the royal blue and violet of the Milky Way. I felt so small on the edge of the snow-covered pines.
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In this time of traveling to the longest night, we can be faced with many, many things.
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This is not the original post that was intended for tonight. However, it is one that moves to lift us all into the loving and tender arms that we long for.
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With the daylight quickly fading and the temperatures spiraling downward, the early evening hours open me up. The longing of silence pulls me once again.
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We ventured out early today. The sun was trying its best to break through the overcast sky. When it did, the light stretched down from the hole in the clouds with its golden fingers.
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Day 3 This morning I found myself waking up from a wonderful dream that I couldn’t believe I was having while I was in the dream. It was a very lucid dream and felt as if it was a glimpse of what could be. I was with people I admire and most that I have…
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Day 2 There is a special type of silence that calls in the early morning. When the house is still and the night covers us with its starry blanket, there is a calming energy that emerges. Like a stream that cuts through the vast wilderness, this energy, if we choose, will quench our thirst for…
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The Whispering Crow 