Sylphy dragons flew close to the house last night,
roaring the wind against our windows. I awoke from deep sleep.
Startled, I worried if branches from trees would break. Old PTSD
patterns from winters ago. The roaring was relentless. I worried if
outdoor furniture was flying.
Wooshing, groaning,.. the wind sounding of massive wings
beating around the rooftop. Powerful, surreal, and urgent.
It was then I shifted out of fear.
Speaking with earnest love, words of consolation, I acknowledged
the great spirits of the wind. They had my attention, I offered peace.
Then, all became exceedingly quiet.
Moments later a gentle breeze wafted in between the wood blinds,
swirled about my hair, caressed my face with the tenderness
of a child.
On this ‘tween space day, ancients call Imbolc,
the halfway mark of winter solstice and spring equinox,
planetary spirits are calling.
When the noise and anxiety of the world presses us down,
when the politics of fear drag us into the gutter,
our mindless circus bleeds into their world, disturbing Spirit’s delicate balance.
High in the atmosphere, in mossy rock crevices,
under sparkling waterfalls, entwined in trees,
gazing at us from mountaintops, they are calling to us.
They miss our hearts, our gentle touch, our songs.
They miss our deep, relaxed breath.
Our souls may be angels, but they know our feet yearn to touch the grass.
We are made of Earth, and stars, and they are our family.
These spirits of Nature who call out to be our allies once again, not our slaves.
Rest easy this wondrous day, in the ‘tween space of seasons.
Smile from your heart to the natural world around. It will smile back.