By Rev. Ellen Dionna, MSW, LCSW
Grey and windy this morning, clouds scudding across a snow moon, snowflakes dancing over brown and tawny gardens put to rest…November song. Drawing inward time, Cailleach time—that wise, wild mountain woman whose familiars are Raven and Wolf. Listening time, time for sorrows to slip from shoulders and be given up to the waiting Earth, like seeds gone dormant, the forgiving, healing Earth, steady and gracious in her acceptance.
My home reflects the transition from harvest—pumpkins and mums—to wintry silver and white, red berries and evergreen. We turn toward the Light that must return…a surrender before the rekindled fires. Advent, a time of longing and waiting, holy Mary’s time of trust and surrender before the holy night of birthing. It’s all here in me—eternal paradox—in every cell of everything, this surrender, this waiting, and at the Source, and my core—Joy. We are full of the complexities, the grey-masked sun, the waiting and the trust. Can we find each other there…?