listen, listen...

...

i kept having to pinch myself and i cried every few hours or so.

is this my life? am i awake? am i dreaming? am i here?

i could feel the salty hot tears on my wind kissed skin.

i could hear the sweet cackle of my sisters and the gentle murmur of their song.

i could taste the dry cider, streaky bacon and mushy peas.

i could see the rainless clouds, against the vibrant blue sky, over the dramatic stones, as they sailed into the mystic.

so i asked her to pinch me and when she did i could feel it. i was there. it was real.

this is my life.

making out with sacred ancient stones in avebury

i attuned myself to this priestess pilgrimage, with this particular soulful coven of women, lifetimes ago...as it turns out...every cell in my body remembers them.

and i understand why i was requested to be on this spiritual trek, this time, besides the reunion and communion.

in this blessed lifetime i've been once again paired with my beloved sister-cousin who guided me through my formative years in the ways of wild witchery and pagan catholicism. you may have heard me tell tale here.

so not only was i carrying out a portion of my personal manifest destiny as revealed and gifted to me throughout my life/lives, but i was also making waves, setting sparks, and honoring the magical realism, mythology and vision that is my birthright.

the biggest henge that i have ever seen...a giant granite birthday cake...all i think of is stonehenge

on this holy land, stones, trees, wells, sacred flames, and wind collude with the elements they are born of to be the tethers that ground me and inform me. they are the portals that allow my pain and suffering to be alchemized and transmuted. air moves me, fire transforms me, water shapes me and earth heals me. as i widen and expand the macro lens of my own perception, the high vibration and palpable heartbeat, just below the surface of things, Her heartbeat, Her ancient rhythm and wisdom, rise up to meet me. and i am struck by a deep well of breathtaking awe. i am comforted, i feel safe, i trust and i forgive. i am here to understand the abundant affluence i am steeped in daily and i give way in gratitude.

site of our new moon ritual, west kennet long barrow, avebury.  ceremony. celebration. — site of our new moon ritual, west kennet long barrow, avebury. ceremony. celebration.

i ask myself:

what did i bring to release, let go, offer, breath out, heal, leave in Her lap?

what did i take, come to understand, listen for, grow from, open to?

in these energetically amplified spaces, where is my willingness?

how am i honoring my capacity to expand, take up space and be illuminated?

new moon: ripe with power to manifest divine partnership to myself...i am my own anam cara

i emerge from the nurturing, safe, and womb like space of venerable trees, elderly stones, antique barrows, indigenous wells and the energetic web of support from my priestess sisters...re-calibrated, equilibrium intact yet always shifting along the lemniscate of life, engaging the deepest parts of myself, alive and dancing. as i say, i walk with my placental ancestors...i do not walk alone.