A ritual of reconnection: Step outside. Look. Listen Feel. Feel your feet on the earth. Tip your head to the sky. If there is rain, welcome it. If there is sun, feel it bless your skin. Cast your eyes to the horizon. Bend down and touch the Earth. Rest your hands against your own heart. Wait. The sacred will meet you here.
Sometimes we settle inward, tending to hearth and home, the soft spaces of our own being and belonging. Sometimes we spread our wings and leap into the broad unknown, letting ourselves soar as we fly into the possible, wind in our feathers and fire in our eyes. Sometimes we integrate the two and flourish in our own centered wholeness, one hand against the heartbeat of home, one fist lifted high to feel which way the wind is blowing today.
I'm getting ready to take a social media break for travel and I'm also doing my Cauldron Month early this year, so this will be my last news post until August. :) If you've never heard of the Cauldron Month concept before, a free resource kit is available for you here.
The things I need to flourish are simple: sunshine and the moon, raindrops and wind, long walks through woods and along shorelines, time alone every day with a prayer book, my pen and the sacred, laughter in the company of others, time to do my work without apology, time outside every day with my eyes open and my phone inside, heart-listening and soul-tending in the center of my own life.
There are times in which we are poised at the crossroads, these waystations of choice and change. We balance twin forces of separation and connection. We move within life’s ebb and flow, an ongoing cycle of growth and renewal. However tempting it might be to set up camp in the middle, to rest in the not-knowing place, to linger in the liminal, eventually we must choose a way. May we have clarity in the choosing, trust in the unfolding, and faith in the journey. May we listen to the thrum of purpose that hums in our veins, the whispers of longing that linger on the wind, the fiery core of resolve within our bellies, the knowing in our bones. And, collecting what we can of courage, step through the choices, our feet feeling the support beneath them as our sacred path spirals onward.
Being in the world to see it, is the best way to learn its secrets and stories. Walking with a poet’s eyes, a dreamer’s mind, and a witch’s heart, is the best way to fully inhabit the story of your own life as it is being written right now. Choosing to see the magic that is at work, right now exactly where you are, is a radical and revolutionary act of re-enchanting the world.
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