What wants to be dreamed through you?
You see, the sacred cauldron of possibility is here. The expansive potentiality of the darkness, with undetermined timelines swirling, the dreamscape weaving itself into a shapes yet unknown. This is the time between death and birth. A sometimes uncomfortable time, when the old has died and the new is yet to be born, we get the privilege of sitting with the unknown. Feeling. Sensing. Listening. Opening to what might be, but not grasping or knowing the next action quite yet.
Surrendering to the dark
The darkness is here. Samhain has officially opened, and we have been claimed. Claimed by the dark mother who wraps us in her cloak of love, inviting us to rest. Inviting us to dream. Inviting us to take refuge from the blaring light of striving, and rest in the descent. Surrender into the unraveling. Surrender into the death of the year.