Today has been the first day in a very long time that I have stopped.
Become still and silent.
I must be honest, it’s a bit unnerving!
It would seem that the end of December is one of the only times in the wheel of the year when I allow myself to become truly quiet.
A few months ago, I stopped writing.
Just stopped.
I hadn’t planned it.
I had no excuses.
The Universe didn’t give me any answers as to why.
Here in the North, the trees are bursting.
The birds are singing at dawn.
And the Spring waters are flowing.
In us all.
In ALL.
When I was a child, my mother would teach my sisters and I to ‘walk in a sacred way’.
What did this mean?
The answer is not simple.
In fact, it’s one that each one of us must feel into as we move through life on Earth.
At this time of year, many of us who were brought up around the Cristian tradition are very familiar with the symbol of Christ surrendered on the cross.
Crucifixion, an agonising thought for many of us, has started to change shape, form and meaning for me in these last few years.