The darkest time of the year is here - the point between the Libra new moon and the Scorpio new moon. I wake to mornings that feel like midnight and float through stormy days that feel like medicine for my soul. This morning I woke up feeling hung over from art making. The piece you see here is what came through me effortlessly last night. I've written a poem to pair with it. One that may need some space before I reveal it. It's one of those tender ones that feels almost like magic.
I have been thinking a lot about the importance of tending to the darkness. Befriending that which raises fear. These days I am in my own healing place, wrestling with old relationships-the outdated, the out grown, the ones that need to be grieved. Something I keep circling back on is the grey areas. This is a space that calls me. The non-duality of our being. The place where everything is nothing and nothing is everything.
Years ago I was honored to work with Aama Bombo from the thirteen grandmother's council. I received a healing from her as part of our exchange. For some reason I am holding her in my heart today and I am feeling the depth of the connection we had in that moment. From this I am reminded of a few profound truths: 1). that we are all connected to the same source, 2) it is impossible to heal in isolation, and 3) all things/beings come to pass. I offer this to you as you navigate the darkness this season. Miigwetch for stopping by.