Winter paws it’s way across the land,
ginger steps in spectacular dance.
There is something hypnotic about
watching the snow fall,
dancing as it ebbs and flows.
I cannot remember a more
vivid winter, except perhaps in
The past is a place of angels and demons,
a mental state I do not wish to dwell in.
But memories, how they come,
where do you go when you
cannot escape them?
They build up like garbage
needing to be emptied.
I decide to live somewhere else,
in the present and perhaps the future.
How I will ever manage to achieve my goals
seems like an impossible dream,
Be steady, solemn girl,
Life births surprises that no one can foretell.
For now I sit with the snow and
let it settle around me,
a pure blanket of tiny crystals
each one bringing me joy
in it’s uniqueness.
Here I can settled with the snow
like a wise Buddhist monk,
slow my mind,
and dwell in precious moments
that never seem to cease.
I know I’ve been writing a lot about winter and snow lately. For us in Upstate NY, winter is in full motion and probably won’t end until sometime in March, usually around the Equinox. Once spring comes near, my writing will no doubt change. As a Druid I work by the seasons. Brighid is a major source of inspiration for me right now. Ever since I opened the doors to have her in my life.
While my parents are gone, I’m thinking of doing a short ritual, for both my Druid path and my Kemetic one. I love my sistrum and have found it a valued tool in my Egyptian spirituality.