Rituals arise from the land, surfacing through the bedrock and the soil, and enter the imagination of the people that live there… as a means of attuning ourselves with one another, to the land and the invisible world of spirit. ~ Francis Weller, The Wild Edge of Sorrow
“Winter invites me to rest and contemplation, to making time for quiet walks in the few hours of light. The God of winter invites me into a healing rhythm of rest and renewal, of deep listening in the midst of stillness, of trusting the seeds sprouting deep within that have been planted.” ~ Christine Valters Paintner
There are things We get through That we grieve Only later— When some new loss Pulls them to the surface Of the deep well In which they’ve Been submerged. And so today Our grief for The world as we’ve Known it, For plans laid down, For possibilities Now gone forever, Is laced with Golden threads Of loss we had forgotten, As if distant waves Are lapping On an unseen shore In the dark of night. Judy Brown
What golden threads of loss are rising to the surface for you?
“…going down into the deep pain of another is like jumping into a bottomless abyss – not knowing if or where one will land. To grasp another’s pain means letting go of our own safety limb and falling down to an unknown place. In this place we maybe won’t have the answers that will help alleviate the pain or explain it. We have to be willing to admit, then and there, down in the pit, that we too are helpless and weak and powerless. And who wants to do that, or be there?” Henri Nouwen