Spirit Soup

I feel a loving call back to nature-based spiritual practice. Interestingly, and like the first time, every tiny piece of consideration I grant this subject seems to spur a tinkling avalanche of external validation. This ranges from people who appear in my life, to flickering light dancing on the edge of a doorway, just for me, on an overcast day.

The first time I approached magic and witchcraft, I encountered questions for which I could not find answers that served. And I found teachers whose afflictions rendered them inadequate to the full task. At the time, this was painful. Years later I see that this was the unearthing of wounds and issues that needed attention and healing before I could continue along the sacred path of the Divine Feminine.

Each time I have embraced ways to nurture and tend to my Spirit and to sing my Soul, I have been rewarded with a greater awareness. I have felt more alive, warmer, more loving, and better able to meet the world with joy and compassion. There is a satisfying balance of energy and stillness.

Though in many traditions we are currently in the death cycle of the year, I feel an ancient presence uncurling, snaking like ivy along my bones. What was sere is becoming softly molten.

And to top it all off, I have a lovely new Tibetan singing bowl with the kind of resonance that sets the all of me vibrating and sensing.

I love that humans are capable of so many layers of existence and experience. Life is so rich!



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