Walking in the cloak of night
Thank you so much for all of your thoughts, prayers, notes and wishes after my newsletter earlier this month (you can read it here if you missed it). I am deeply grateful for all of the love and support and moved by so many of your sharings.
After almost four months away I am back home in Glastonbury. This trip to Australia was deeply memorable, changing and initiatory to say the least. Saying goodbye to family and friends is always emotional and yet I’ve never been so happy to be home.
We arrived on Friday and I have spent most of this past weekend slowly unpacking, freshening up the altars, making broth and doing lots of other things to bring the house and us back into alignment. Nothing like returning home and unpacking to realise how much you have changed.
Traveling long haul with a toddler is a whole thing and the jet lag is real! Everyone in my house has been waking up at 3am and so we have been going on moonlit walks! On Monday we even made it to the top of the Tor cradled by the cloak of night!
Imbolc is next week and the snow drops and daffodils are just beginning to push their way through the earth all around me. It feels to me that 2022 is just beginning to stir within and that flicker of the fire that burns within is starting to grow brighter and brighter.
I know these past few years have been challenging for many. And I do also believe that sometimes it is the most challenging years and darkest of nights that alchemise us into more and more of who we truly are.