What If We Truly Loved the World?

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For we so loved the word we gave it our attention and in tending it we flourished.

The irises are blooming. The hills are greening. The mocking birds are singing. The caterpillars are eating and eating. All is flourishing as we near Imbolc, the time of the first inklings of spring.

I know there are many places that are buried under snow for the next couple of months, but even there as the sun is rising ever higher in the sky; even there life is stirring beneath the frozen ground.

Life is stirring within us, too. We can’t help but feel the primal force of life moving in our veins and rousing our souls.

But sometimes we block this force and look past all the beauty rising and ever becoming on this planet. Can we come back down to Earth and pour our attention over the land as it is about to be rebirthed? Through giving our attention we receive the beauty. In tending to the land, to the little bit of Earth upon which we live, it is love that will flourish. Love for each form Life takes and for the whole planet. And in feeling that love we too flourish.

We live in a world shadowed by our inattention. It is dark, but so is the womb. May we take this dark night of the World Soul and use it to rest, bring ourselves back to ourselves and the Earth. We need the darkness in order to bring the light.

May we plant our feet on ground made hallowed by our attention and tending. Our consciousness is the sun rising ever higher in the sky, warming all it touches. When we truly love the world, it will flourish again as we unfurl our being and bring our light of becoming. We live inside a holy moment. All we need do is notice it.

The Wisdom of the Witch

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Wisdom is knowledge and experience woven into our being. A witch is both weaver and unraveler. She knows when to embody something and when to release it. She catches the sun in her web and becomes the moon. Her light is a torch unto others.

This vision of the witch is mine. It is my intention to gather all the parts of myself and weave and unravel as needed in 2020. This year is the one in which I move along my path with great intention and awareness. For the first time I feel as though I am truly claiming my life and taking full responsibility for the past, present and future. I finally offer this gift to myself.

Now if I drift, I do so with the intention to feel my way through. If I find myself cowering, I do so knowing I can take a moment to find courage. If I find myself worrying, I walk with it allowing it to teach me what I need.

There is no going back. The path is as clear as I make it, and mystery will still walk alongside me. Mystery is the shadow that dances in the light. It is the space between breaths and moments. The witch watches and waits. She wears silence like a cloak. The cloak sometimes smothers sometimes covers like a starlit sky. Either way, silence is both doorway and container. The witch knows when to gestate and when to open up and enter the bottomless well. She knows how to fall because she knows there is no ground. It is in the ground of her being she finds support.

Let us all fall into 2020 with intention. Let our intentions become wings and may these wings support not only ourselves, but one another.

Welcome 2020!