song for samhain
and the new moon
evergreen, alone in deep snow all is quiet, muffled, still no breeze to even ruffle fronds picture perfect a scene from a gallery a hundred books a thousand minds eyes i am drawn instead to the bird on a mid limb the round shape belies a robin what are you? symbol or messenger? you look at me with a head tilt that means 'can't i be both?' it stays with me, unusually, all day a day of soul work, everything as it should be, a day where i wonder how i can be the mother i want to be AND do this work it comes to me finally i become the mother i want to be BY doing this work that robin those bright, dark eyes questioning, mischievous, daring symbol and messenger 'can't i be both?'
Can you feel it?
The thinning of reality?
How close other worlds seem at this threshold place?
The whispers of the dead in our ears?
This new moon (on Saturday) initiates dreamtime, where we will spend our days for twelve long weeks, until the relief of imbolc and brigid’s day. I want to believe we can dream a better way into existence. That is my dream, what I will sit with through the dark months. What are you dreaming of?






Much gorgeousness. Thank you for the invitation into a 12 week dream-time. My birthday is on Imbolc, how perfect x
Beautiful! And yes, feeling myself slowing down, leaning into this dreamtime too. Imaging another world. So lovely to walk in the woods with you this week x