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30/10/2025

Samhain Blessings

May the ancestors walk forever by your side.
Chinese proverb - “To forget one’s ancestors is to be a book with out a source, or a tree with out a root”

Autumn shifts a little as we find ourselves embracing the festival of Samhain, a time of celebration and remembrance, of lighting candles, carved pumpkins, and door to door visits by excited ghosts, witches and vampires, quite a sight to behold.

Perhaps, though not so traditional in terms of how it is generally celebrated, or too commercial, though only as much as you want it to be. It is fun, and it reminds us all that there is another less visited world out there, those otherworldly places, that hide in the mists of our minds, and can be glimpsed only when we truly open ourselves to our surroundings, There is so much to see, so much to feel, the seasonal shift is a subtle distraction, that brings in its wake, the beauty of the natural world at its most adaptive.

Like Bears heading into their cave for Winter, there is a need to reach inwards, to connect on a deeper level, as we step into the darker half of the year. Not in fear, or a conviction that we will find it sad, lonely or even depressing, as the media tries to brain wash us with pre anticipated thoughts of how negative it all is. Encouraging us to do this, and buy that, for the modern solution to everything normally involves expense on many a thing, we truly do not need.

This preconceived ideal, that short days and long nights are bad, is simply not true. If we flow with the seasons and cycles, our own bio rhythms are naturally engineered by nature to carry us through, we are akin to the Earth we walk upon, the Air we breathe and awash with nature that surrounds us.

In fact, this should be an uplifting time, just look at what is all around us. There is a sense of increased luminosity that gathers in the folds of the nights, Our inner self just waiting for the mind chatter to hush, so it can reach every nerve in our being, it is the feeling of not being alone, we seem to be able to touch the essence of life, the actual weave that holds the fabric together.

Watch the Spider as she patiently weaves her web, symmetrical and strong, but constructed of an almost invisible thread of silk, it glistens in the moonlight, a rainbow of silver, shimmering reflections of another place, holding the secrets of diverse perceptions within its form, if its broken, she simply and silently rebuilds it again.

Night creatures live an almost secret life that we only glimpse occasionally, we may hear the Owls as they hold court from tree to tree, or notice the sudden flight of roosting Pigeons, as they fear the gaze of the stealthy Fox slinking across the fields edge.
We may glimpse Badger who wanders noise to ground, across the edge of the woodland, in search of Earthworms and fallen nuts and berries, their aposematic white markings, a striking warning to a passing Hedgehog, to keep its distance, as it rustles through the fallen leaves. Bats flit across beams of moonlight, creating invisible patterns in the night sky, as they weightlessly flit through the cool night air.

Between draped blankets of damp mist, the woodland floor offers up a delectable pallet of fungi, in so many shapes and sizes, and rich aromas, that blend with damp moss and fallen leaves, simply heightens the sensation of interconnectedness between all that set their roots down in to the rich cool earth.

Even the trees seem more alive, free of the rather cumbersome summer greenery, they flow with grace, lightness and freedom in time to the winds ever changing tempo. While evergreens, heavy with berries and cones provide secret shelter for the small feathered folk to Nestel down in. It is such a joy to wander under there boughs and feel the energetic vibrations that keep everything so freely bound together and vibrant.

This is a time of year when we can feel the benefits of reconnecting on a deeper level. Enabling us to reach beyond the present and sense the depth of a more ethereal existence, a place that seems to drift in and out of our peripheral vision, a veil or mist that gradually fades, as we allow our inner self to step forward. So we are able to perceive the connection that is ever present between the two worlds, inviting us to explore the deeper aspects of our own consciousness, the part of us that is more aligned with the ancients, and there simpler essence of being, so we may embrace change and growth, that is born both of physicality and extrasensory roots.

For change is continuous and inevitable, we would not fare well if we remained stagnant, so welcome it, let our routine flex and adapt to fit the seasonal changes, open our inner subliminal self, the psyche that never stops flowing through our physical form.

Allow your inner self to be your outer guide. Trust your instincts and live from your heart. Let the season, bring you balance and understanding.

Feel grounded by the earth beneath your feet, as the wind fuels your inner flame, while the calming waters bring it all into balance.

21/09/2025

Autumn Equinox, Alban Elfed, Mabon Blessings

To Balance, Serenity, and compassion.

We live in challenging times where the self important egotistical few, chose the destiny of humanity, where megalomaniacs strive, for power, land and monetary gain, seems to out weigh the basic right to live in peace. We try to understand why they lack the intellect to understand, that there actions have consequences beyond our wildest nightmares. This gives rise to unrest across the world, where neighbours start to fear neighbours, as we drown in the selective propaganda fed through carefully managed digital feeds, trying to influence us to there predisposed agendas, that cloud future prospects, as we try and swim to the surface, through the maze of preachers pulpits, and in the midst of this, we can be forgiven for forgetting the most basic of facts.

But facts they are, and they are given freely.

Mother Nature is beautiful, there is an unadulterated innocence in her continual defiance of mans destruction. Her delicate patterns of regrowth slowly reclaim that which we destroy. The freshness of her efforts are a sign that there is always hope, a way forward. To remember where we are from and to where we shall return, thus allowing for our Earth forms to enjoy her ever spreading gift of colours, aromas and taste, to rekindle the essence of what we truly are. An invitation from her, to mirror her patience, and endurance no matter what she is expected to over come.

There is a beauty in the gift of a sun rise, light reaching down like fingers brushing the earth, as the horizon explodes with pinks and golds, reflected on to the ground in a myriad of patters. And in those fingers of light are memories and messages reminding us of the intricate differences between life and sorrow. Though we may feel there is a vast abyss to cross before we touch the innocence of nothing, in fact it is only an arms reach away. As the morning light dances on our skin we are awakened, we are empowered, every day is a reset.

Like waves gently breaking on the shore line, we fall in to rhythm with its flow, breathing in as it pulls back, and exhaling as it is released back on to the sand. Offering up an intimate connection with its unbroken rhythm, wether it is calm or not, it never stops, just simply changes momentum, as it dances to a different tune, a musical orchestra that ebbs and flows in unison, one that bids us to join, and add to the richness of its composition.

As I sit and watch the water flow before me, an Egret settles in the shallows, long slender legs, one raised just above the water, the other like a statue still below, majestic in its posture. The reeds behind whisper on the breeze, causing ripples across the waters surface, adding a ghostly essence to its mirrored white reflection. So still, and patient, as if in deep meditation it waits, eyes alert, ever watchful for the slightest movement or glimmer in the water below, disconnected to the distractions of the persistent babbling of ducks around it, or the chattering gulls over head, until finally rewarded, the Egret deeps with lightning speed, rising again with its prize. The fluidity of movement so easy and natural.

Just as the water flows and the seasons change, there is a constant motion that brings balance and awareness into our being. We are reminded of the importance of that balance and how it moulds what we do, say or think, it gives us the peaceable notion that nothing is unattainable. We all have the power to change and flow, we all have the ability to work in harmony with each other. It is that inert patience that brings success to our desires, not as an instant gratification, but as a simple thought that grows and sets its roots into the foundations of our consciousness, where it blossoms, feeding off the magic of life.

The Autumn equinox brings us to a transition, where day and night harmonise, as if time its self stands still and resets, ready for the seasonal changes that come with the darker half of the year. But this is not a darkness to fear, it is a darkness to grow in, a time for inner reflection and redirection, for understanding that, as the trees shed there leaves to be carried on the wind, we too can shed that which we no longer need. We can embrace the simplicity of just being. The joy or feeling lighter and wiser.

Let the elements ignite you inner child, as your imagination flies on the wind, run bare foot in the rain, and leave that which no longer has a place in your life behind, embrace mother nature as she flows through your veins, be gentle of heart and compassionate to others.

For we are all of Air and Fire, Water and Earth, of Flesh and Blood, Root and Soil. We are one and we are many.

Seasons blessings.

01/08/2025

Welcome August
Seasonal Blessings to all, as the festival of Lughnasadh arrives,

May your baskets fill as the first of the harvest starts to be gathered, the land is plentiful, we are filled with a sense of amazement and gratitude at the ease with which nature provides so much, for so little in return.

In a world where there is so much unnecessary lose and pain, it seems all the more poignant that we stop and appreciate the gifts Mother Nature offers. For those of us that have the freedom to go out and gather from hedgerows, allotments and gardens, fields and woods, it is hard not to take our rich soils, and space enough for trees and plants, animals, birds and insects, for granted. For they are one of our greatest gifts.

I came across an image recently, a single child and his mother, delicately picking dried shrivelled berries off just one lone bush, their faces intent, but so happy at such a tiny offering, despite standing against a background, of dusty, barren landscape, drowned and buried by the destruction of the wars of men. Such a contrast to our Crab Apple trees overflowing with fruit, branches bowing under their weight. Wayward Bramble Briars, prickly and full of ripening berries and Damsons hanging like clusters of grapes, and all these are free for us to forage.

Let us then celebrate the Season, the Farmers and the Harvest, celebrate what we have. Nature has a way of grounding us, the enormity of what she does and the vastness of the area she covers, means everything else pales into insignificance. My little vegetable garden fills hours of my summer days, nurturing and caring for plants that will end up becoming part of us, they are the basic element of our survival, the energy absorbed through roots and leaves, becomes bound in to our DNA. The land provides under Mother Natures guidance, with out her we would all be in that barren and dusty landscape. She can be both the angry Lioness, proud and bold, or still waters of an undisturbed pond.… Forgiveness is part of her success, for when we step back and stop defiling the earth, she quickly and quietly rebuilds, to sustain and support again.

So when you wander down the lanes or city streets, stop and pause a moment, listen to the Sparrows chatter in the hedgerows, or the Starlings gathering on the telephone lines. See the Dandelion standing proudly between the paving slabs and the Spiders web woven between the street lamp and its post. Look to the skies for the Hawk circling the church spire, or the rustle of Squirrels running through the woodland floor.

See the ripples on the pond as the little Moorhen chick dives underwater to avoid detection, popping up at the other end, gazing intently as we walk past. Watch baby Rabbits playing happily around the edge of the fields, while Mice look on, a little bewildered, as what seems to be a Giant Mechanical Dragon, grunts and rumbles across its field, eating the tall wheat, that once provided its own miniature forest of cover.

Take a moment to breath in the season, let it fill your lungs with fresh aspirations, open your heart to the bending lines of energy that swirls between the trees and flowers, each one playing in harmony with the scents and colours that resinate from every singular living entity. Like lay lines that have spilled up through the crakes of parched Summer earth, escaping on to the breeze, to drift out across the land. This sensation transports us from the hear and now, into the higher realm. Entwining with our inner self, the part of us that has walked this land through millennia. The antiquarian veins, that we share with Mother Nature open us up, so we can relearn what we have forgotten, delving into wisdoms carried through generations of ancestors, to be shared again, through story, verse and song, celebrating how to live our lives in peace, with all that grows, lives and breaths along side us, harmoniously and with humble compassion.

We are “Ancient Souls’ in “Earth Forms", part of the great Universe, navigators of paths that travers the Cosmos. We simply need to remember. Remember that, along side our day to day tasks, we can still reach in and find an inner peace. One that once lite, has the ability to ignite others around us, building a chain reaction, that is capable of creating a beautiful and deep seated shift for the better.

Allow the inner child to escape, dance in the Sun Light and contemplate under the Moon, and brush away the dull words of those who always seek for more, when less will do. .

This quote seemed so right for today. Wise words spoken with grace.

”World peace must develop from inner peace.
Peace is not just mere absence of violence.
Peace is, I think, the manifestation of human
compassion.” Dalai Lama

20/06/2025

Solstice Celebrations, Embracing Summer and Honoring Nature

June brings vibrant colours, and aromas of Lavender and Roses, the garden is fully awaken and dancing to Earth's vibrations, sunlight dominates the days, and wildlife encompasses the abundance of fresh shoots and leaves. The weeping boughs of the Willow Tree looks like it has had a bad haircut, sculpted by the local Muntjac, and our old Apple Tree is already starting to bend under the weight of its swelling fruits, by the look of the hedgerows and orchards, this year is going to be a bountiful crop.

Spring made her Pledge and Summer was born of it. Mother Nature is fully awake and casting her magic throughout the land. The Sun in turn is radiant offering up the Summer Solstice to compliment the season, the longest day, a time when the Earth seems to pause, hovering in a moment of silent contemplation.

Solstice comes from the Latin word Solstitum meaning “Sun stands still”. Although there is no physical pause, there is a sentiment at this time of year when the turning of the earth, captures the immenseness of the sky. Reminding one of the timeless enormity we are part of. Not one single form surviving alone, but a huge living, breathing, organic mass that embraces everything in its arms, where the relevance of time itself becomes utterly inconsequential. It is only us whom put such an importance on time and its passing.

For I do not think the Song Thrush that sings every morning on the wall outside our window, gives much credence to “time", rather simply celebrating the sun as it creeps up over the horizon. Which makes it seem slightly amusing, that we put so much importance on the Sun's arrival and departure at the Summer Solstice, when really, we should be like the Song Thrush and celebrate every sunrise with our own song.

There is so much sadness and fear in our world today, we could be forgiven for forgetting the beauty and wonder that flows across the land. and I will not sit here and tell you what you already know. Rather let us manifest these feelings into something more positive, and focus our thoughts to those whom have the ability to make the right changes, so they may trade ego, for compassion, and view the world as one, so creating a future that is connected and respectful, to all that share this beautiful home we call Earth, and show empathy and kindness to those that walk it now, for they are our future..

Let Nature take your hand, for this is an amazing time of year, there is a carefree attitude aboard the fields and woodlands, a most infections joyfulness. The warmth of the Sun lifts our spirits, the ancestors whisper playful anecdotes on the breeze, and the land sings. Our sense of adventure is tantalisingly inspired.

The Druids call the Summer Solstice, Alban Hefin, “the light of Summer” these words flow from the tongue like liquid Honey, a golden amber gift, that was born from a community that works in harmony with each other. Teamwork is the key to their success, each Bee knows precisely what to do, there intricate ability to communicate with each other, and the artistry they create with in their hive, is simply extraordinary, so small but so clever.

As I walk the wilder paths, I feel honoured to glimpse the Fallow Deer through the shaded woodland, their chestnut brown coats, reflecting shafts of light that slide between a lush green canopy, contrasted by swaths of purple Foxgloves, that are scatter around ancient moss coated tree stumps, a shy Fawn peers around its mothers legs wary of the intrusion, they raise their heads, study us a while and then move a litter further away. In contrast, the young squirrels show a confident courageousness, as they mischievously bound from branch to branch, occasionally peering down at my stoic pup, who bravely battles the desire to chase these furry athletes, you can almost hear him sigh in resigned knowledge, that he must resist and stay by my side.

Above the woodland a cloudless sky is home to a couple of buzzards, spiralling and circling, playing on the thermals, weightless in their movements as they embrace the air, oblivious to the crows incessant mobbing. The hedgerows are full, the Wild Garlic has given way to the delicately scented Dog Rose, tall swaying Cow Parsley, Buttercups and Ox Eye Daisy's, creating an evocative pallet of colour.

All designed to stimulate the senses and heighten our awareness of the impact Summer has on us, the windows and doors are thrown open, summer breezes give light relief, to the Sun's domination of the skies. Long days allow us hours more of exploring the outside, meditating in the cradle of Nature's gentle hands, where we feel a sense of belonging.

Welcome the Summer Solstice, and work with the raised energies it brings, let it not just be a respect and recognition of the passing of the Solstice, but instead embrace it. For it brings with it, greater spiritual awakening, and so many opportunities. All the foundations we have laid throughout Winter and Spring, now simply needing care and nurturing, to enable them to burst forth.

Like clay manipulated in the artist hands, allow the free flow of creativity, explore the images that flit in and out of one's peripheral vision, be guided by them, and mould them in to something more, like a Golem rising out of the earth, or an Egregor, a thought form, born out of love and kindness, and watch it grow into something truly strong and beautiful.

Wishing all Love Light and Solstice Blessing

01/05/2025

And so, In to May we step
Wishing you Beltane Blessings - Spring be in your soul

May has arrived. Spring is so full and vibrant, blossom heavy in both colour and scents, which come to us in waves, as we amble along the hedgerows and paths. Every day brings surprises, the Cow Parsley not yet in flower, almost grows before our eyes, Dandelion and Daisy, Cowslips and the delicate Rosemary flowers, oh and how can we forget the Bluebells, carpeting the woodlands in a blanket of deepest ocean blue..

This year I was lucky enough to go and visit family in Utah, Spring still reaching out, but just a little slower in the mountains than down in the valley…… The air heavy with a freshness that chills the lungs, and mountain tops still draped in the last of the seasons snow. A landscape so full of contrasts, stretching for miles and miles, an unimaginable immenseness, that makes the heart sing, even here Spring has risen, Cherry blossom vivid and full, and a display of Tulips that explode like a flaming pallet, across a well tended park, framed by waterfall and mountains..

Eagles sour in the blue skies above, and frogs croaking there songs across the lake, know as the Boreal Chorus frog, both proving illusive to the eye of the camera… Ground Squirrels the most opportune of scavengers, scamper by, longing eyes willing you to share an apple core or some other equally tasty delight.

Such a diverse landscape the flats of Salt Lake City, cradled by the Wasatch and Oquirrh mountain ranges, contrasting from smooth light greys, to dark craggy granite faces, and burnt orange rusts, cast out from the Earths core, so vast and formidable, leading the imagination to wander, perhaps a chance encounter with Illusive predators, Wolf and Bear, maybe even an infamous Sasquatch or “Bekee Nitsaw” to the Navajo, roaming the canyons and caves…

Back at home the Horse Chestnut, in a mater of a few weeks, has gone from bare branches, where the Pigeons and Crows squabbled over hollowed out hideaways in its impressive canopy, to now being adorned with vast five fingered leaves, supporting the upright creamy white blossom, that is so distinctive, like upside down candelabras , whom by Autumn will have transformed, to the delight of young children, in to the distinctive Conkers, that will again cover the earth below its boughs…

Spring brings a tantalising assault on the senses in the most touching of ways. The abundance of the earth, exploding out after months of silent waiting. I often hear some say that Beltane is the beginning of summer, to me this is not so, lying between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice, Spring is still working its magic, buds and young leaves only just unraveling them selves, the nakedness of winter, replaced with the innocent enthusiasm of Spring, Mother Natures truly awake and casting her spell far and wide. Even we, whom often are the cause of her destruction, can not hold her back.

Purposely focused, across the land she treads leaving beauty in her wake. How deep her influence flows beyond the the grasp of mortal men, who’s sight only look forward toward the next year or two, perhaps a decade or more. In comparison, Mother Natures influence, so strong and determined, embraces a millennia of cycles, each similar but dynamically diverse at the same time. In actuality, for Mother Nature what is time, but a human term, for to her, the turning of the seasons, the cycle of the world, is continuous, ever changing and ever flowing..

I hope that you too are able to hold Springs vibrance in your heart, dance with her as she unfolds before your eyes, and understand that you are part of this flow, as you reach out and touch the mysticism of the season. It can be as simple as closing your eyes, breathing deeply, and imagining the sunlight dancing across your eyelids, just as shafts of light filter through the Spring Woodland, and perhaps if you are lucky, you may catch a glimpse of the Wild Folk, as they too gather to celebrate the season. For our Earthform is more connected than we give it credit. We are of the soil, and to the soil we will return..

Let Spring bring you all that it is made of, to enlighten and connect you with every step and breath you take…..

20/03/2025

Welcoming Spring, Balance and Growth
Wishing you Equinox Blessings

The wheel turns and a new day dawns. I watch the sun slowly rising over the horizon, each day a little earlier, this morning a frost still manages to grasp the land, aided by the easterly wind whose embrace has the ability to take your breath away, so we may be forgiven to think we are still held in the Clasp of Winters chilly stillness. But ….. by mid morning the frost has departed, a new warmth filters down, a change is occurring that no one can suppress..

Spring is a time of growing and giving, a time of new life and fresh starts.. The Spring Equinox brings everything in to balance, in the most vibrant and beautiful way. We are able to not only see, but feel, hear and touch the shift in vibrations. The world around us so needs this balance right now, The equinox reminds us to suppress our egos and look more sincerely in to how we act and what we do, to allow growth in the right places, and avoid setting our expectations to high, or to low.. Nor should we feel worn down by the narcissistic, and inwardly selfish aspirations of those whom have become corrupted by power, who have forgotten the meaning of honesty and compassion, and have lost sight of the value and beauty in appreciating the simple things, which cost nothing more the opening up the senses, and embracing every aspect of Spring.

There is such a positiveness in this time of year, that brings promise to all our endeavours. Every where we turn there are clues to the changing season. The strengthening Sun’s rays reach down and kiss the Earth, with such innocent intent, that Mother Nature is fully awakened from her deep slumber, stretching, she exhales the last of Winters slow and shallow breath, her rhythm shifts, her senses illuminated, she arises and gives birth to Spring..

Snowdrops now step back, giving way to Daffodils and Primroses, Buds form on bare branches, and the Blackthorn is adorned with the most perfectly formed delicate white flowers. The spidery tendrils of the witch hazel flowers contrast there smooth and bare twiggy branches. The Gorse bushes seem to hang with the weight of bright yellow flowers, filling the air with the faintest scent of coconuts, intermingled with a burst of purple Heather.

Birds sing in unison, there tunes slowly rising in tempo, as they embrace the seasons change, an anticipation of partnerships and young. The warming soil brings out Slugs and Snails, there shiny trails a give away to any discerning observer, and Worms venture closer to the surface. Jenny Wren so tiny, so quick, starts the task of repairing last years nest, her little beak carries oversized clumps of moss and tiny twigs, which she then delicately and carefully weaves into its walls

Ripples on the ponds surface attract unwanted attention toward the watery dwellers from a passing Heron, who lands quietly, silvery grey feathers melt in to the shadowy shallows, almost invisible as he waits, statue still, so very patiently, for an unsuspecting victim to wander too close, unaware of the danger above, they are plucked out of the water with lightning speed.

A lone butterfly appears out of nowhere, perhaps a little too eager in its explorational endeavours. While above the Buzzard circles playfully on high, ever vigilant, mobbed by Crows, who’s mischievous nature means they are always busy doing something.! In the dark crevice of the wall Spider watches, her web has expanded, taking advantage of new growth, glinting with spiralled reflections of morning light, ever waiting in the shadows, she too senses a shift.

Hares normally so shy and solitary, can be glimpsed gathering in small groups, a quick chase, a forage and another chase, playfully sizing up each other. Muscular and agile, there long slender ears alert to our approach, taking off across the field, there retreating forms slowly melt back into the landscape, now invisible to the human eye.

Wild Deer leap with ease through the wooded glade, there movements only given away by the rustle of twigs and fallen leaves. Fox has a new spring to his stride, surveying the hedgerow, as shafts of sunlight fall through the branches, reflecting off his rich chestnut coat, so vibrantly that you almost expect him to leave trails of dancing flames in his wake.

On warmer days Bees tentatively begin investigating the world beyond their Winter confines, circling the hive, exploring a little, befor returning again, as each day goes by more venture out, their welcome hum, a true symbol of Springs returning power.

So though off any doubts you may carry, let the breeze take them away. Embrace the Spring Equinox with open arms, reach out and touch the shimmering eloquence of what she offers, feel the seasons vibrations pull the hart strings that guide your soul. Be at one with the ebb and flow of the season, allow her to lift you up and re kindle the vital life force that fuels every essence of your mortal form, so it is filled with anticipation, and compassion. Invoke the powers that swirl at the very epicentre of the Equinox, allow it to nurture and invigorate the seeds you plant, so you can take joy in watching them transform, as they grow and manifest in to some thing truly magical.

Be Blessed, be free, be wild of heart.

31/01/2025

Imbolc Blessing - When the Snowdrops rise the Season starts to ripple and shimmer, deep down under the surface a change is occurring……..

There is a shift beneath the soil and a new scent upon the breeze, though Winter still dominates the lands, its hold is lessening day by day. An ebb and flow of energy rekindles the memory of Spring, as the first green shoots grant a gift of pure white, delicately formed flowers. The first Snowdrops bravely stand sentinel to observe the departing season, Winter is not quite gone, until the Snowdrops head bows even deeper, as they start to fade, there beautiful but brief yearly visit drawing to a close, it is then that Winter finally gives way to spring, and the Snowdrops gracefully return back down in to the waiting soil, ready to come back even bigger and stronger, when they next season calls them up.

Nature is the pinnacle of balance and collaboration, she is the essence of what life truly is, her contemplation and understanding of the rhythms of the Earth, the Sun, the Moon, the immenseness of her wisdom, is the only thing that truly sustains us. Our clumsy steps through all of her creations can often be the cause of discord, jarring at her very heart strings.

If we, as humans really want to continue sharing an existence in her domain, then we need to remember the simplicity of Natures symphony. If we clash, separate and destroy every thing we deem unnecessary, or build, tunnel, reap and pillage needlessly, then we upset this delicate balance, be it among our own species, or from the land around us..

We have high expectations of what we can not do with out, so those of us that live in a place where we take basics such as water and electricity for granted, and then experience storms or damage that takes these away, be it for an hour, a day, a week, it should not then be an opportunity for monetary gain, or complaints about the inconvenience, it is not an intentional or a permanent loss, and one persons gain could become someone else’s loss.

For there are millions of souls that have lost everything, their families, homes, the simplest of necessities, clean water, food and basic shelter, we should instead take a moment and remember them instead. For those that have lost their lives, or survived untold hardships, “We Must Remember them, We have to Learn.”

So let us look forwards with a deeper understanding of what compassion really is.

The Luna New Year just passed brings in the Snake, Snake teaches us that we can shed our old skin, our bad habits, and entwined in Snakes grasp is the celebration of Imbolic, half way between the winter solstice and Spring equinox, bringing us new beginnings, transition and change, the seeds we plant now will grow and spread, make them count.

Open the windows and let the fresh air flow though your home, flow through you, step bare foot in to the stream and enjoy the icy embrace of the waters. Sing with the birds at sunrise, feel the soil between your toes as you dance on the bare earth, wrap your arms around Grandfather Oak and Grandmother Willow, put your ear to their bark and hear their inner sigh as they start the awakening. Watch Spider weave her threads anew, and Snail peek out of a crake in the wall, then retract again, not quite ready to leave its safe confines.. Breath in the breath of life and embrace the passions that awaken with in the deepest depths of your soul. Converse with the ancestors and honour the wild folks. Remember the actions that have caused harm, and strive to ensure they are never repeated. Actions have the most effect when they are done without ego, and words are easier to hear when they are spoken gently.

Be like the Snowdrop, pure and bright, be like the shifting season, awakening to new ambition and adventure, feel the rising sap as Spring start to dance onto winters stage, accept that we are part of this ever revolving cycle, and embrace it.

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