It’s Imbolic , The Day of Ewes Milk!
Lambs wiggle as they nurse.
And we find ourselves on this day
between a Solstice
and an Equinox.
It’s the first day of winter’s turning.
And if I stand very still
as if listening for a far off mountain stream,
my mind lets go of it’s endless thinking.
This is a practice
This always listening for that which is far away-
corrals the mind
and lets me experience being here…..
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Thanks Sister, I like that …as though listening to a far off stream… as a way to sit in the BIG SPACE. I going to give it a go as I sit with the ocean this morning. At the beach for a few days, what a friend.