We are in the midst of an eclipse portal that opened on Friday, February 10 with a Leo full moon lunar eclipse. This is a time to follow your lion heart into unknown territory, unconstrained by the fear of pain and heartbreak.

Remember you are here for a reason - as is every single soul - each with a purpose, a heart calling, possibly forgotten or shrouded in mist, but still there, still pulsing, still asking to be heard… 

”Ask honest, open questions to hear each other into speech." (Parker Palmer, writer speaker activist)

The Aquarius New Moon of last week ushered us further into a portal of transformation. We are now in the season of Imbolc - a time of Birth and renewal. As we move through Imbolc, we are reminded that even in the heart of winter are seeds of hope and new life. 

Everyday in every way life is imagining itself into being. Pause for a moment and bathe in the light of your imagination and dreams. Bathe in moonbeams and sun rays. Nourish the seeds of destiny with the full spectrum of light and darkness as you remember who you are. 

Do you dream of a better, happier, more peaceful world? Do you long for magical moments of serendipity and synchronicity - infusions of inspiration? Do you chant “lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu” - singing and praying and hoping for the wellbeing of all beings everywhere? 

In the midst of this time of great change, i have been seeking words and states of mind-body that remind me of the eternal…a pot of tea, a cup of mocha, a glass of champagne, a yoga practice, a meditation, a walk without destination, an evening with friends, a good book…John O’Donohue, Celtic mystic and philosopher, is one of my favorite sources of inspiration. Though he has passed to the other side, his words linger and speak to the time at hand:

Lovers, Dreamers, Magic-makers, write your Wyrd - your fate, your destiny - through your Words and actions. Think of Wyrd as the book of your life, filled with blank pages waiting for your Words - vibrations of your unique life force spoken into space, inscribing possibility out of the impossibly vast Void.

At the Winter Solstice the Sun (in Christian traditions, the Son of Light) is reborn. At this point, we stand at an edge - depth of darkness behind us, hope of light buried deep within us. 

The other day, i was sitting in front of the computer trying to catch threads of inspiration and pull them in for a Mystical Musing. Unfortunately, i got pulled into a vortex of checking the phone every few minutes or so, mindlessly scrolling through post after post. You’ve had those days, right?

A few years ago, one of my dearest clients passed away from breast cancer that had gone into remission, but returned and quickly took her to the other side. I visited her several times in hospice and was so moved by the peace surrounding her final exhale. This time of the year is the final exhalation, the turning of deepest darkness to the tiniest sliver of light.