06/11/2025
"Oh woman, remember who you are, woman, it is the whole earth." (Joy Harjo) Obsessed with this sculpture I came across today by the incredibly talented which featured in an exhibition in Detroit in the summer entitled 'Of the earth'.
Everything about 'Ona' seems to evoke all the feelings that emerged in circle last night - that need to dig into the soil, to stretch out our tendrils far and wide, to root down deep in the earth, to nestle, hibernate, burrow, surrender - to reconnect with that idea what we come from the earth and we can return there when we need to.
Wintering feels like it is upon us and, as the darkness descends, I find I am gratefully ready to soften and slow, to stay in, to turn off, tune out.
And it struck me last night what a beautiful month November is to be able to do this - almost in preparation for a December of love and connection, of warmth and joy. We can allow space for something else first - letting in what feels hard and heavy, acknowledging it, sitting with it, holding ourselves in the silence, breathing deep into the wounds that we carry.
In this way, we compost our internal soil, the landscape of our soul, letting pain, loss, tiredness and tenderness move through us, listening to the signs that tell us it is time to slow down, to honour all the facets of our lives, the dark and light, to howl and hide, and sleep and soothe.
Because this too shall pass, the darkness, will clear, and when it does, we can step into a new month softly, lightly, lovingly.
Happy wintering my loves.
♥️
