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.
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.
The ‘opening of the mouth’ ceremony is an ancient Egyptian death rite.
At least, that’s the accepted story.
It is of course far more nuanced and complex than this.
The times we are all living in require radical courage.
Coupled with humble discernment.
In a world where ‘truth’ has become subjective and story distorted on every level, we are asked to disconnect from all sources that would confuse and distract us from what is important.