Emerging from the cave and reflecting on the profound depth of the experience this year. Surrendering to the rhythms of the season. Being…in a place of patience and waiting. Wandering liminal spaces. Weaving with spiritual, universal, and ancestral energies. Not ready for thought. Waiting for the darkness to become light and stillness to become dancing. Not entirely comfortable…but entirely right. 

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
TS Elliot

Now the light is rising and it’s time to dance. 

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com