The Cailleach is making herself known today! Strong wind making the branches of the trees shiver in the cold air, bending them to her will and scattering whatever leaves have been left clinging to their branches! She has a way of making things come into focus, baring the facts before us. Winter is a time of looking inward and a time of seeing more clearly that which was hidden. 🩵
Yes, so much Cailleach energy when the winds blow cold and the trees shiver. Things get shaken loose and we see more clearly somehow when the landscape is bare.
I learn so much from reading your posts, Jan. Such deep wisdom here. I feel like I should be taking notes! This one felt especially timely as we await a weekend snowstorm. Thank you for sharing your work and wisdom with us.
The Cailleach is making herself known today! Strong wind making the branches of the trees shiver in the cold air, bending them to her will and scattering whatever leaves have been left clinging to their branches! She has a way of making things come into focus, baring the facts before us. Winter is a time of looking inward and a time of seeing more clearly that which was hidden. 🩵
Yes, so much Cailleach energy when the winds blow cold and the trees shiver. Things get shaken loose and we see more clearly somehow when the landscape is bare.
Thinking about seeing beyond the world of opposites…
I think the Cailleach is a good companion for that. Her one eye draws everything together into the wholness of non-duality.
In a lovely bit of synchronicity, I just came across this poem copied out in one of my notebooks yesterday:
Winter
The earth now lies through nights drenched
in the still dark benediction of the rain
and dusky houses and branches stand out bleak
each day in mist, in white, and in the rustling wet.
All, all is rich and restful, with heavy
and secret and rich growth finding its way
through warm soil to every leaf and shoot
and binding everything – near, far – mysteriously
with moisture, fruitfulness, and great desire
- till one clear afternoon suddenly we see
the glistening grass, the tenderly rising grain
and know that life is served by rest.
How could I ever have thought of summer
as richer than this season’s mystery?
- N.P. Van Wyk Louw
"Life is served best by rest" That's a pearl of wisdom right there.
I learn so much from reading your posts, Jan. Such deep wisdom here. I feel like I should be taking notes! This one felt especially timely as we await a weekend snowstorm. Thank you for sharing your work and wisdom with us.
Thank YOU for being here, reading and commenting. I'm glad that you're benefiting from what I share on Hedge Mystic.
I love this story, and I love this site. It is truly a blessing. You are a beautiful soul with the light that shines brightly. Thank you.
Hello Wendy, I'm so thankful for readers like you. I appreciate the encouraging words.
I absolutely love your site. You say simply and beautifully very meaningful words please keep writing.
Hi Terry, thanks so much for the kind and encouraging words! I'm glad you're enjoying Hedge Mystic.
Yes, such a good time to look within, without fear but with the hope of compassionate understanding and the opportunity for healing and growth.