We stand, friends, at a liminal time somewhere betwixt spring and summer, between school and summer break, between one place and another. Thresholds are important for us culturally, of course, but for those of us who truck with the Unseen, there is power and melancholy in these times of shifting space and time. Hold the ragged edges of your hearts together tonight, my dears. Pull the tatters of your soul into some semblance of your sacred garment. Straighten your back, stand tall, look forward. All is exactly as it seems, and yet…everything is a shadow. Ground deeply, breathe into your belly. Seize the power of the moment and fear not. Fear not. Remember your practice–grounding, Ancestors, land spirits, the Divines, your tribe. We are strong because we stand together down the generations, across the veils, in harmony with the Earth.
