Samhain Sense

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night deepens … the star and the lights become brighter: so, we may find our way

Gradually over the years of practicing the Seasonal ceremonies, I understand more of the depth of the Poetry that I/we have spoken … I sense it more; words like “the Space between the breaths”. I feel its reality, fertility and presence more each time around the wheel of the year. The ceremonial art process,  religiously practiced, has been a teacher, my school. Each time around the wheel – journeying consciously with Earth around Sun … making the turas as the Celts name the circular prayer around a sacred site, indigenous mind returns just a little more. I have been making my way back/forward to indigenous mind, which is the heritage of all beings: to know belonging.

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