September 25, 2024

Everything is energy.
Albert Einstein

I live in several spheres of energetic existence. My husband calls them bubbles. In much of my life, these could also be called echo chambers. For indeed I generally choose to spend time with people of similar ideas and ideals. This is especially true of my sacred sister circles and spiritual community where the music in that echo chamber fills my soul. 

Then there’s the bubble of MossTerra where the sacred energy is so palpable that people visiting even for the first time feel it as soon as they turn into the driveway. A deeply rooted  and powerful sphere of peace and harmony.  

These are spheres I encounter as I navigate this life journey. But the most important energetic sphere is one I carry with me. And in me. It’s the Light, the wisdom voice of Divine Spirit, that I hold and share in the world. The Light within each of us. And that shining holds tremendous power.

Many people work with protection crystals as a way to fend off the anger, fear, and pain they encounter in the collective consciousness. I once wore one. But I find now that turning up my Light provides that protection. And shining my Light touches the Light in others, which is an amazing experience. After all, everything is energy and the energy we share in the world dances with all other energies. 

So why not shine the energy of Light? Why not live our lives in that shining sphere of existence?

Beannacht,
Judith

September 22, 2024

When we honor the wisdom of Ériu, walking the land,
living her rhythms, and knowing her patterns…

I anticipated I would post this graphic today. And I anticipated I would write something on this powerful gateway of transformative energy. Something on rebalance and recalibration and increased spiritual vibration. Something on living the rhythms and patterns of the Earth. But then, last night happened.

The last few days here at MossTerra have been filled with spiritual gatherings and circles. Bright souls gathering to claim their Light and deepen their capacity to share that Light in the world. As I settled into bed with a bit of reading, I was wrapped in the Equinox energy of balance and harmony. But then, shots rang through the forest.

Apparently people across the road were having a gathering that included firing handguns. For hours. Literally hundreds of shots fired. And they even got into a pattern of call and response as the rhythm of shots from one gun was echoed by another. It was beyond jarring. Yes, it was also absolutely illegal. However we’ve learned from past experience that calling the sheriff does little good as it can take up to an hour for a patrol car to arrive out here and folks that do this have police scanners that alert them to police activity. If a sheriff had arrived, there would be nothing to see and our neighbors would likely know we made the 911 call.

So we just waited for it to be over. Recoiling with every shot. This morning, my mediation was very much about rebalancing and recalibration within a knowing that what happened last night is very much reflective of the world we live in. 

The recalibration I sat with today was one of renewed resolve to hold and share the Light in the world. It was perhaps just the Equinox recalibration I needed.

Beannacht,
Judith

September 6, 2024

OK. So just a fun story from Ireland. And I’m finding not an unusual one. I’m reminded of times when our tradesman, Tom, would tell me I could pay the next time and I would just stick 50 Euros in one of his pockets.

When I was here in June, neighbor Mick and I tucked up the road to visit Albert and find out if he would be interested in transplanting some young trees here at the cottage. He would. And he came to the cottage that evening to look at the job which we agreed would be best done in the fall. I asked him how much he would charge. “Ah, sure. Let’s talk about that when ye are back in September.”

It’s September. And I’m back. When I rang Albert to arrange a time for him to transplant the trees I again asked how much I would pay him so I could make sure I had the cash on hand. “Ah, no bother,” he said, “Ye can pay me when you’re back again.” It didn’t phase him when I said that would likely be March of next year. But I persisted. “We can talk about that when I’ve finished the job,” he said.

He came by yesterday and transplanted the trees. When he was done, I asked him yet again how much I would pay him. “Ah, well. Some of these trees need a bit of staking up for the winds. I’ll get the stakes and be back Monday evening. And I’ll let ye know then.” Great. Except that I leave Tuesday morning for Shannon Airport and my flight back to the States. So I will just have to take a guess about how much cash I should have Monday evening. As I navigate this payment never never land, perhaps I should consult Tinkerbelle. Perhaps she has so faery dust insights. 

Beannacht,
Judith

September 5, 2024

When we embrace
the ancient ways of being
in right relationship
with community…

Word of his collapse flew through the small rural Irish community on wings of anguish and grief. I first learned of it when we tucked into a restaurant for an early dinner and the manager whom I’ve come to know over the years came over to our table in tears. I would later find out he was a much loved farmer, taxi driver and father of a best friend of one of the sons of our B&B host family.

While the community was paralyzed by the news of his collapse and slipping into a coma, the local farmers mobilized. The next day they left their own fields and came together to complete the harvest for their friend. 

In Irish, this is meitheal (méh-hull). A centuries-old tradition of community cooperation and teamwork with origins tracing back to a time when neighbors would come together to help with tasks such as haymaking or harvesting crops. A tradition that built resilient and thriving communities.

The man died three days later. And while his crops are gathered and baled, I know the community will continue to come together in the spirit of meitheal to support his family. It was an honor to witness this harvest of common unity.

Beannacht,
Judith