Winter will be settling into the realms of this hemisphere so very soon.
It is not my favorite time of the year, as I prefer a little more warmth on my skin.
And yet, something wild within me aches for the darkening days.
For the nights that stumble out forever.
Because it is only then.
Only now.
Only when the shadows disappear.
And we are left with an inky stillness that unfolds like life.
That I can hear the longing.
So gentle.
Break through the frost.
And sing to me.
Of rebirth.
Of renewal.
Of the need to pull the earth around me so that I can be nourished by a mystery I will never understand yet need all the same.
Whispers form waves and reminders.
To give myself over.
To lay down the sword and the words and the maps to lands I no longer need.
Knowing they will be held safe by the stars and wind.
Knowing that I am the breath itself asking to find its source.
Again.
Once again.
And so in time.
I will listen.
I will slip below the surface.
Nothing in my hands.
Nothing in my grasp.
And rest.
For a moment.
Only a moment.
Because soon.
The sun will begin to stir its way back.
And illuminate a vision.
I have been waiting to see.
And I.
Like the day.
Will rise.
Pick up only that which is of who I have become.
And begin.
May the solstice call you in.
May the darkness let you rest.
May the rising light show you the way.
With love and fire~
Jo Anna
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