As the trees go bare and the winds chill, we hear ancestors whisper in dreams and in stones, we hear a summons rising on the steam and trailing through our bones. We set forth seeking mystery, craving understanding, determined that we will listen, we will change, we will keep our promises. We descend and we remember. We find the cauldron full-bellied and black. We gather by the fire. We peer inside the depths. We have been steeping in the broth of our own liberation, brewing dreams and stirring in as much hope as we can find. Finally, we pause, patient with all that is undone, unknown, and unfinishable. We recognize that we may never arrive and yet, we are here anyway. Slowly, we begin to consume the stuff of our own renewal, the sustenance we crave. Quietly, we savor the taste of what we've made of our lives. With gratitude, we realize: it is good.
October is here with her cooling breezes and breaths of pause, her yellowing leaves and orange moon, her whispers and her wandering, her migrating dreams and her changing stories. She invites us to stop and listen. She invites us to open our hands and our hearts and to release our burdens, our sorrows and our shames. She invites us to step into a season of enchantment, a time when magic is close to the skin, when ancestors speak and hearts listen. She invites us to steep in our own wondering. She invites us to deepen and renew, to remember and to soften. She invites us to settle into mystery, into not knowing, undone, unfinished, and home.
Happy October! Welcome to this month of Mystery and Enchantment. How are you walking with mystery this month? What is enchanting you?
I have a free #30DaysofGoddess practice update for October available for you here: #30DaysofGoddess.
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.
Listen. I am the heart of summer, the dance of sunlight across open water, the height of passion, the flourishing of the earth, the flowering, and ripening, and returning to seed. My heart overflows with gratitude. I know the magic of bright flower, golden kernel, plump berry, rich ground. The symphony of savoring and what it feels like to dance sunlight into wine.
Gather up some soft petals and hold them to your lips. Let them whisper to you of pleasure. Do not let it fade away. May you connect to those things that bring you pleasure, those things that bring you joy, let them speak to you of the wellspring of joy that rests within. Let them sing to you of wonder and delight, of your own magic, of things once lost that can be found. Breathe deep and make a vow of commitment to your life as it breathes now, to your body as it stands now. Make a promise, deep and silent, secret and strong to your own magic nestled within. Take one petal for pleasure, one petal for joy, one petal for delight, one petal for magic. Press them against your skin, let them soak in. One by one, the spell is done.
May we nourish seeds of possibility and joy. May we tend to seeds of connection and seeds of ideas. May we nurture seeds of genius and sparks of change. May we gather up what we’ve created and hold it lovingly and then open our hands and let go. May we plant what we can, savor what we can, harvest what we need to thrive, and love where we are now, hearts alive and hopes extended. May we be as full of promise as a nestled seed, lying in darkness at the fiercest edge of cracking open, ready to see what grows.
Ostara blessings to all! May you nurture tender seeds of possibility.
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