I’m typing this at 3 a.m. after nearly a week of restless, sleepless nights. Too immersed in the collision of the inward turning energies of autumn and the outward pushing rhythm of my life to rest well. Patrolling my edges … slipping in and out of liminal spaces … testing the wavefront of change rolling through my life.
Surrendering into the velvet quiet womb-darkness…
Sometimes being awake deep into the night is what grounds me most effectively. My soul, my bones, the tiny child within just needs the comfort of the dark mother’s presence to restore me to myself.
Tonight is the first very cold, clear night of the season. A brilliant three-quarter moon slides among ice crystal stars. I stood washed in her brilliance, soaked in silvered darkness. Despite the clear sky, the ground is wet. Drenched by rains as recently as a few hours ago.
Awed by the night’s dark beauty…
I stand absolutely still and realize that I can hear the water in the soil freezing. I can hear frost forming on the grass and leaves. Hear – I can hear ice crystals forming… Stunning.
In a rush I feel the shift. My presence deep in the earth. Myself entwined with the roots and soil and waters turning to ice. Feeling my sacred feminine core expand. Hear my heart murmuring, “I’m home. I’m home. Oh blessed be, I’m home.”
Provoking your own shift…
You often remind me that you are best served when I share tools and practices supporting the kinds of change you are trying to create. Well, here’s a simple one … practice awe.
Participate in awe-inspiring moments.
Open yourself to being speechless, stunned, flummoxed. Stand under a velvet sky and listen to ice crystals being born. Watch a tiny child explore, or, explore with her.
Stop worrying, analyzing, distancing yourself and nursing your cynicism – just for a few minutes – and practice awe.
The home-coming is so worth it.