Winter has seemed so long this year, and while I have been yearning for nature's green, this one has been potent for me. This dark half as with all others has been reflective, but unlike the usual serene and moonlit pond, more often than not it was the dank black of marsh or stormy waters under cracked ice that I was peering into.
A kind of spiritual ambivalence had been hanging over me for the last couple of years, and just after Samhain that cloud had finally lifted. The part of myself that dreams, walks between worlds, and gazes through the eyes of a seer had reawakened. These last few months have been unnerving and tumultuous at times, but it was exactly what I needed.
Thankfully I have had support and assistance along the way, from some old friends and new. I am very grateful to them, and I am sure they know who they are.
During this time I have been exploring how I do ritual and folk magic as a Gaelic polytheist, re-visiting some practices that I used to do prior to adopting this spiritual pathway. I have been incorporating and building upon them, some of which I might share here at some point.
I hope that you all have had the opportunity to reap the gifts of the long dark. Time to shake of the fog of sleep, as summer is a-comin'.
Beannachtaí,
Laurel
