She

I have always felt at one with the Spirits of Nature and the forest, the sacred mother, the divine she.

Today I honor she. She, the keeper of wisdom, teacher of the wise, and protectress of the innocent.

She represents the energy of the Divine Feminine in women, the crone, the healer, the mystic and the shaman, deeply entwined with nature, earth power, and spiritual nourishment. With roots that travel deep, deep into the womb of mother earth.

Hidden in the shadows of the trees, she watches you with eyes millennia old. You may catch a brief glimpse of her, and then she is gone amidst the snowy boughs, disappearing in a heartbeat.

She is to be experienced, not to be read about.

She is guardian of the underground streams that carry the sacred waters. These underground streams have themselves become a metaphor for the secret continuation of sacred wisdom.

She is the mountain, the ocean, the river, the stone and the great forest. She is all that is in Nature, and her power is fierce when it needs to be.

Yet, she is also a gentle mother cradling her child, nurturing her and tending her as she grows.

When the trees go to sleep in winter, she wraps her protective cloak around them and sings them songs of spring, and of beautiful winter spirits that thrive in the crystalline nights filled with starlight.

She is in touch with the liminal, the psychic, the intuitive. She asks us to trust ourselves, take a new perspective and let go of what we thought we knew. She knows the gold that can be found in the shadows and the power of moving beyond what is comfortable, or the expectations of society. She rules over the dark passages in life, especially those that leave us at transformative crossroads.

Today I am calling upon she, to aide me on my journey into these dark winter days and the process of cosmic renewal, and conscious expansion. She bears the wisdom which leads us out of the darkness and into the light of new life.

Blessings my friends 🙏❤️