Category: death and rebirth

Winter stories

The darkest night, oh how rich and comforting your gifts Like the darkest depth of the earth it contains our sorrows and joys Care taking all potential It keeps it, churns it and later We emerge as new towards the light We stretch into… Continue Reading “Winter stories”

Beauty in a heartbreak

When a heart breaks magic happens. It reawakens qualities in us we forgot existed. Ever since I was young I have been an advocate of feeling. Feeling deeply, openly, letting your pain spill out into the world like a cry from a place of… Continue Reading “Beauty in a heartbreak”

Morning walk post Yule

It is rather warm this morning. There are signs of life and light everywhere. Nothing brings more hope into my heart than encountering seeds with roots on them, young and delicate on the forest floor dig up by animals and birds to eat. When… Continue Reading “Morning walk post Yule”

Spring Equinox dream

I had an Ostara dream of giving birth, first to a girl and then a boy. They were two separate pregnancies and births and both spoke of healing, balance and transformation. As I began to wake up a sense of wonder, peace, joy and… Continue Reading “Spring Equinox dream”

2017 re-birth period affirmations and resolutions

~ no more retreating into darkness ~ engage and practice magic every day ~ honour and let go off the past ~ let water heal you ~ let fire warm you ~ worship your body ~ smile more ~ less noise, more silence ~… Continue Reading “2017 re-birth period affirmations and resolutions”

Life and death as one

Not taking risks, avoiding what we perceive as ‘risky’ implies that there’s no freedom in our choices only a stagnant, familiar and constrained. Life imprisoned is like constant death anxiety. Surely the more death is feared the more we should embrace life yet we… Continue Reading “Life and death as one”

When death comes…

When death comes I will not shudder before its cold stare For I have witnessed bluebell woods at spring time I will not turn my face away from its shadowy presence as my soul remembers the smell of hawthorn flowers Embrace of a child… Continue Reading “When death comes…”