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?'

A sliver of moon

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?

Misty Grianan of Aileach

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?

Beautiful, watery sunrise