A quiet house on a cold and blustery morning,
Cup of coffee in my hand.
I sit by the window and look out at the rising sun —
No urban wildlife in sight, not even people.
Instead, I watch
Fallen leaves dance up the street.
The autumn wind leading in a polka swirl,
Trees swaying against a metal gray sky.
And I think,
“Winter is surely coming.”
Tonight rises the thunder moon
But there is no rain in sight
I look at the parking lot and see
Heat rising in waves
Blurring the ordinary reality
Giving a glimpse of the non-ordinary
I think of the thermal drafts
That turkey vultures use
To ease their flight up and away
My spirit longs to join them
Rising up with the heat
Away from the confines of brick and mortar,
Workday tasks and project milestones –
Over fields and woods and streams
Toward the setting sun
And the rise of the thunder moon
The trajectory marks where I am going.
But, my eyes don’t see behind
To know where I have been.
I feel the presence of the Ancestors
Calling me to wholeness,
Calling me to a remembering,
Inviting me to let go of time
And embrace this moment as the essence
Of all moments:
All that I am
All that I was
All that I will be
Sits within me like a seed
Waiting for the water of my acceptance
To sprout and grow
Imbolc – Brighid’s Day
I love the energy of Brighid’s Day.
The balance between past and future,
That holy place that requires nothing-
But takes from the past what it needs
To form the future it wills into being.
I think how my own past
Shapes my present and lays ground for my future;
I step onto Sacred Ground at Imbolc,
As I release my vision of shores grown familiar
And sail toward a future I can’t yet see …
Balance. Compassion. Creativity.
Integrity. Faith. Manifestation.
I honor the energy of Brighid today
And giving, I feel blessed by her smile.