I am currently in between seasons. That place between ending one life chapter and beginning another. And I am restless. I want to ‘get going’. But all signs point to staying exactly where I am because whatever is taking form within my being for this next stage is not quite ready yet.
Growing up in Ireland I was always aware of Saint Brigid. Each year rushes would be gathered and strewn over school desks where my classmates and I would weave Brigid’s crosses. The crosses would then be brought home and hung over the doorways of our houses as talismans for blessings and protection for the year Read More
Got sucked down the rabbit hole of being seen yesterday.
Walked through the land of my egoic mind – needy, clingy, desperate, claustrophobic.
Crossed a bridge into the realm of the soul – desiring, witnessing, yearning, deep presence.
SHE showed up this morning
In the form of a dead wild boar
Laying across the path where I had intended to walk
Stopped in my tracks, literally
When I was young my dad used to light the fire in our kitchen on winter mornings. He had his own ritual for cleaning the grate, removing the ashes, setting the kindling and feeding air to the fire so that the flame would take and the fire would burn strong. So this morning as Read More
For the past week there has been dense fog and mist here on the mountain which has been accompanied in bursts by downpours of cleansing rain. But today the sun is shining and I can notice a difference in my being. After weeks of hibernating today when I was walking my dogs I could feel Read More