Wildly and viscerally and completely-
With this sweet enveloping of the Winter and all of Her magic.
With the way the season in Her quiet darkness Has me,
So tenderly and lovingly in Her invitation for complete and utter Stopping,
no slowing, just the humble simplicity of Stopping.
And no there wasn’t a fast pace of wild activity before the Void of Stillness,
But this is a new level of Rest and Soul recovery.
She whispers to me to rest now and smiles at what there is to come, which she will not share, least to spoil any surprises!
The Joy of Deep Rest in the Soul’s Winter Cave is like a Million fireflies sparkling with magical sweet iridescence!
There is an adoration, respect and reverence for the Plummeting descent into absolutely no thing.
There is No fear of the great shadowy realms of the Underworld, they are So familiar and beautiful as the blackness shimmers with glowing radiance.
It is Such Joy to be among the dark rich Earth and in the belly of the Mother as she softly coos and hums and I giggle with the delight of a new infant at the warmth and softness and pleasure of Her intimate warm presence as She whispers to me always in Her maternal ways.
It is almost like a sirens seduction or some strange a hypnosis, I seem to have No desire for outward movement in any way, no desire to fill the empty space with anything, I enjoy prolonged periods of no thing as healing takes it’s own shape and time.
I feel deep endless gratitude for the cave nesting, the whole recovery process.
I have taken to bed not through illness but through comfort, relaxation, warmth, joy, sensuality, softness and delight.
The Winter Cave of the soul is everything I have needed and I can’t begin to think why I would allow distraction from this place of Magic?
I have no desire for all the rush and busy that other souls seem to indulge in.
I feel moments or waves of Deep Contentment, Oh my God/dess, the Joy of Contentment in a Woman who has Endured too many Storms and Ravages is Beyond any words that could be shared.
I have found this place on my Own, Without navigators, without a map or compass, I have found it by going Through Everything without avoidance.
I know that the Re-Birthing will unfold in it’s time but now is a vast texture of Delicious silence,
A silence that needs and asks for abundant space-
no crowds, strangers, bright lights, loud noises, excessive stimulation, events or diary commitments…
Surrender from the heart into deep resting on all levels,
Total hardwired reset on all levels.
Allowing the body to be, to nourish it with tender soul textures and inputs that resound in the cave with a vibrational purr.
I am in love with Ground Zero,
The Fresh innocence of the blank page with not a mark on it, Full of Potential, full of Everything.
I Adore the potent fullness of Nothingness,
It is like honey that nourishes the deepest recesses and places I never even knew.
Each and every wound is offered the nothing honey and each drinks deep.
Nothing is all that’s required.
This Winter feels like Such a Blessing, a Gift, a Delight.
Right Now, I feel Deeply, Sweetly, Softly, Radiantly content, as the Rest allows the necessary healing to unfold without Any rush or push.
Thank you to the Winter cave of the soul.