Tonight I had the opportunity to walk in the winter woods with a small group of women.
A friend of mine organizes women in the woods evenings here.
It was lovely… from the Pleiades 7 sisters shining down on us, to the yips of the coyotes in the close distance, it was everything I hoped it would be. It was chilly, for sure, but I dressed for the occasion. The November air was remarkably refreshing and it was wonderful to breathe in the forest air and to taste the first frosty kisses of a long winter to come.
I see you.
I thank you for the quiet solace and
I welcome your pine-filled groves with open boughs.
Your deep respect for the sleeping forest draws me further down my path
And the silence of my mind is defined in snowy paths
that light up the night like a silver flame.
We stopped for 10 minutes of quiet meditation, where the edge of the woods faded away into the bank of a creek.
I watched the woods on the other side of the almost frozen water in awe. The stillness of being in nature at night – in the very waning moon – with a group of women was perfect.
The forest is not a big forest. And the hike was not a long hike.
Regardless, there was still enough earth and life budding from that moment to stir this soul and make it hum with gratitude. Like the wildwood of here and now, the experience was magical. Thank you mother earth, stars, sídhe of the night, critters of the forest and spirit guides –
A special thank you to Baye- I felt your spirit thrumming in the forest and reaching across time to say hello.