Transitioning

I am alive and the world is alive. On days when my spirit is bright, amazement overcomes me. Possibilities stretch themselves out; for my life, for the day, for the moment.
In contrast there are those dull days where I plod along step after step, eyes half open and a fog settled over my heart.

Now, in November, with the first snow having come and gone, is a time of transition. It is by nature the season to turn inward. My winter plans entail much of this ; personal work through writing , reading, and contemplation.
This year, due to life's circumstances, the change feels abrupt. Suddenly the days open up. It started 2 days ago. Here was my first day off without the company of visiting family, travel plans or outside work. I had pushed the clean up from fence building and the raking of leaves clear into November. The weather offered me the repreive I needed. Now all lies quiet and in a state of reasonable completeness.

Transitioning isn't easy work, even if one is grateful for the change of pace and focus. There ensues a restlessness. The energy previously put into physical outdoor activity needs converting. For me it becomes a time for walking. Being with the trees, fresh air and decaying leaves, my mind can begin its inward turning while still engaged with life.

A person needs this time of quietness, of reconnectiing with self. I think the Wiccan calender has it right, beginning a new year at Samhain (Halloween) Now is a time of reflection of what the year has brought and perhaps contemplation of the year to come.

I wait for snow to cover the land, providing a soft white shroud under which to hide. From here I shall begin the journey back and down deep into myself, ready to search my soul for its knowingness. Thus I can bring forth my truth anew in the springtime.

Radha

Experiencing Ziraat`

Freshly home from a retreat

Sorting through ideas,feelings, connections

Keeping what works for me

Discarding what does not

Building a fence to save some quietness

Digging into the mother earth to set the posts

the ground too hard to pound them

Opening wounds; my heart cries out

Filling in the holes, raking it smooth

Harrowing is hard work which makes life bearable

Salvaging the damaged terrain

Soothing the pain

Sorting through the rocks

Claiming the fertile soil

Planting seeds of hope, integrity, new growth

One heart, one earth breathing

Radha

Inwardly

In silent sitting I found myself
There in the garden of my heart
Deep in the cave of my beingness
Still waters breathing