Saturday, November 1st
Mist swirls around my woodland cottage like giant angel wings that flutter and fan; forms appear and disappear back into the void, unbelievable earth magic. The “day of the dead” a time of magic, of sorcery and the unseen. How perfect that the weather mirrors this concept. Today a group of women share “Psyche’s tasks with me and we play with forms; magazine cutouts, ribbons, tinsel and glitter to create individual visions of the creative process within each of us to honor life, the great mother and her abundant gifts.
How grateful I am for such a day and the opportunity to share it with other caring beings. It is a welcome reminder that no matter what is going on around us we have the capacity for appreciation and joy and to continually find new answers to the challenges that life brings. Remember always that there is another day and with that day another chance to love, to share, to enjoy, to hope, until there is not.
I am both glad and sad and tears flow from both feelings like the rain outside. A wise woman once said that a woman needs to cry every day to keep the feelings flowing and the heart open– an internal washing that cleanses stuck feelings that may be lingering and are no longer relevant. It is critical that our feeling body be fresh and able to receive what this day has to offer. Yesterday’s feelings are of no use today and can interfere in the ability to respond authentically to what is here now..
