Your Majesty

We could feel you in the air. The forest was so quiet. As we sat on the front porch in anticipation, Dennis said it was like waiting for Christmas. And then you arrived.

Within hours you had covered everything in a deep blanket of white. The power of your presence something we will likely not experience again in our time on Earth. It was majestic. Your weight caused the trees to bow low and we were soon in isolated sanctuary. No electricity. No travel possible. Called to a place of just being. With you.

Stop, was your message. Attend this depth and silence. Listen. 

That night as we lay in bed in the dark, you began to take your leave. The snow cascading off trees was like the sound of rolling thunder throughout the forest. Suddenly I was so deeply sad. Wait…just a bit more. I want to take more pictures. I want to sit and gaze at the wonder of you. Don’t leave us just yet. There is wisdom here and I want to drink in every moment of it. One more look at your majesty. Perhaps a last look of a lifetime.

And then you were gone. 

Your Majesty. I will cherish the memory. 

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

 

Unfolding Wisdom

February 1st. Imbolc. Celebrating Brigit and the first day of Spring as we welcome new life and the promise of new life in this season. The snowdrop is among many of Brigit’s sacred symbols.

The first day of Spring. Granted, with the polar vortex and sub-zero temperatures currently gripping much of this country, it may be hard to think about Spring. But even without the dynamics of climate change, today being the first day of Spring is as challenging to embrace as Beltane, May 1st, being the first day of Summer, or Lughnasa, August 1st, being the first day of Fall, or Samhain, October 31st, being the first day of Winter. In our ‘modern’ western culture we wait weeks longer for the full manifestation of each season before declaring its presence. 

It’s almost as if we don’t have the patience for the slow unfolding and awakening of each season. We want to be in the fullness of it. Now. No waiting. And I’m finding at the moment that this applies not only to the seasons of the Earth but also the seasons of our lives.

My new Crone book. I am both humbled and fascinated by the response to it. Humbled that it seems to be deeply meaningful for so many women. Fascinated by the response of younger women, women who are, in some cases, decades from being Crone but who seem ready to name themselves Crone. Ready to have a Croning ceremony for their 50th birthday. Ready to claim the full manifestation of Crone. Now. No waiting. 

Being Crone isn’t just about being old…but it is about being old. While I appreciate these younger women may see something aspirational and engaging about holding Elder wisdom, I hope they can appreciate and have patience for the journey. The slow unfolding and awakening. For in this there is unfolding wisdom.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

I’m Not Looking For Friends

Most iconic of all images of elder women is the Crone.
She is not withdrawn. She is alarmingly present.
Like a tuning fork, her truth shatters hypocrisy.
Others in her presence are released into what is true in themselves.
Or they flee.

She was recently in Ireland and bought my books. She emailed to ask if I was in Ireland and available to give her a bit of a tour of sacred sites. I’m not. So arrangements were made with Colleen, our amazing residential cottage caretaker. I understand they had a wonderful time. She emailed me from the Dublin airport on her way home. And today we are meeting for lunch. Lovely. Jack mentioned she’s a wonderful woman and we might become friends.

Perhaps. But as I navigate these thresholds of Elder and Crone, I find I am not looking for friends. I am looking for sisters, and brothers, who want to step into what is true in themselves. I am looking for sisters, and brothers, who are willing to shatter hypocrisy and be alarmingly present in the world.

So a new friend? Perhaps. A new Crone sister? I hope so.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Sacred Vibrations

Sometimes a visual helps. Those who have traveled to Ireland with me have heard the numbers. Of holy wells. Of cairns. Of stone circles. Of ring forts – estimated between 50 and 60 thousand. For an island just over half the size of Washington State, the sacred sites are ubiquitous. So many numbers and so hard to get a mind around them.

But here is a map of Ireland’s archaeological sites, most considered sacred, created entirely of dots. Each dot a site. 

It’s no wonder that people so intensely feel the power and presence of this place. It’s no wonder that we sense the presence of other realms and the ancestors. Within these places, the land holds fast that energy and knowing of ancient wisdoms. Within this landscape there is a sacred vibration, a vibration that calls us to return. Again and again.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

A Greater Shining

I ran across this piece of writing just after I wrote my It’s What Lights Do post.

 

A journalist for 49 years, Charlie Reese is retiring and in his last column, published in the Orlando Sentinel, he shines a light (pun intended) on the balance of power in our current political system and challenges us to reject the narrative of darkness that holds us transfixed and feeling powerless and step into the narrative of our much greater shining. Here are some highlights from his column.

 

545 vs. 300,000,000 People


Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.

Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits? Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?

You and I don’t propose a federal budget. The President does. You and I don’t have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does. You and I don’t write the tax code, Congress does. You and I don’t set fiscal policy, Congress does.

One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one President, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of 300 million who are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.

Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault.

If the tax code is unfair, it’s because they want it unfair. If the budget is in the red, it’s because they want it in the red. If the Army and Marines are in Iraq and Afghanistan it’s because they want them in Iraq and Afghanistan. If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it’s because they want it that way. 

There are no insoluble government problems.

Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power.

Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like “the economy,” “inflation,” or “politics” that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible. They, and they alone, have the power. They, and they alone should be held accountable. We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

It’s What Lights Do

Stardust. It’s one of my favorite movies. If you haven’t seen it, now might be a good time. 

Yvaine is a star that comes to Earth where dark forces want to steal her light. Just as it seems the dark forces are going to win, she embraces Tristan and says, “What do stars do? They shine!” She turns up her light and the dark forces explode in the blinding brilliance of her shining. OK. Spoiler alert…but watch the movie anyway. It’s fabulous.

Right now I feel like we’re stuck in a movie. But it’s not a story of light and love and magic. It’s a story of horror as dark forces are stealing the light and life from our people and our nation. There are some who say some good is coming from this. Perhaps. But the collateral damage is devastating. A devastation that will be with us for a very long time. I long for a spoiler alert to tell us this is going to end well.

It can be exhausting. Watching events unfold. And it can engender a sense of being powerless in the face of it. But we are not powerless. Indeed we are more powerful. For the power of our Light is more enduring. And together our shining is the spoiler alert for the darkness. Individually and collectively we shine a blinding brilliance.

It’s what lights do.


Beannacht,

Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Welcome To Ireland

People sometimes wonder about my deep connection to Ireland. My dear husband often wonders if I couldn’t have fallen in love with a warmer and sunnier place. Spain, perhaps.

There are so many reasons Ireland is woven deeply in my soul. The spirituality of it, of course. The land and sacred landscapes. But also the people and culture. And stories like this one. Although it’s not her story, I am grateful to Irish friend and neighbor Anna for sharing it.

Her flight was delayed and she arrived at Dublin Airport at 12:15AM. However she was headed to Galway and the last bus was scheduled to leave the carpark at 12:30AM. She still had to collect her bag and the prospect of sleeping in the airport for six hours waiting for a morning bus was looming large. Then, along came an airport Garda/policeman.

She explained her dilemma and asked for the exact location of the Galway bus stop, calculating how long it would take her to run the distance in the lashing rain. But the Garda had other ideas. “Shur I have no problem popping out to the car park and getting him to hold on a few minutes if your bag hasn’t come out”, he offered.

Of course her bag was one of the last on the carousel but as she made her way back to the carpark there was the Garda making sure the bus wasn’t going anywhere until she was on it.

They were ten minutes into their Galway journey when the bus driver announced over the speakers that as it was late at night and the weather was bad, if anyone’s mobile phone power had died and they needed to contact someone to pick them up at the Galway station when they arrived at 3:00AM, they were MORE than welcome to use his personal phone to make a call…..and not to be shy about asking!

Indeed. Welcome to Ireland!

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com