the soft mulch of soil, the muck of mud, the resting in organic timelines of becoming, rather than pushing.
when a soil has been overused, the wise woman knows it is time for restoration. for fertility to return, nothing is sewn, nothing is planted for a season. the land requires deep rest.
this is what these liminal days are for.
and so it is with our minds and bodies, our creativity, our gifts. we require hiberntion, to not be disturbed.
we require a descent into the darkness.
this is so we make space for the nourishment of self. the thick juice and slime of muddy cocoons that tend to psyche & spirit.
it can be tempting to emerge from this fallow soil too early.
when the gregorian calendar asks us to conform to the first of january. when the first flowers emerge from the frozen soil. even the oldest customs and traditions prompting our arrival could be too soon for some of us.
but we must tend to our responsibilties, you say.
of course, you may. to be fallow is to be flexible. to acknowledge the need to attend to some needfuls whilst honouring and granting and setting aside time for rest at a deeper level.
it is a sacred dance and a practice.
it is a sacred call for a different way - a path that winds and spirals. it is following and allowing and trusting our own biology to be the guiding star. the land knows when it is ready to give again. and so we listen.
the energy. the ideas. the call to create. all will return in their own divine time if we make adequate space within a sanctum of rest.
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