On this Equinox, the Eve of Spring.....

I pray that even though the tides are terrible and rough that we approach the rough tides with softness and surrender—turn on our backs and float on the buoyant waves, letting the salt-water carry us—laughing in the fullness of the sun and the playfulness of the Sea. I pray for Deep Trust in the universe and Her wisdom—that although we may be thrown to the shores—our bellies scraped by sand and shells—that we rise up laughing and bring ourselves back out beyond the cresting waves to float in Peace.

I pray for a Radical Left-Handed Surrender.
A surrender that is not motionless and inactive.
A surrender that understands that in the midst of insanity, we take actions based in Sanity.
In the midst of terror, we take action based in Trust.
In the midst of war, we take action based in Peace.
WE must reach out beyond our comfort zones.
WE must make small actions based in openness, welcome and peace.
Even as we surrender—knowing we are powerless to stop the forward death-dealing motion of the patriarchal powers—we must act—moving forward in the peaceful ways of Woman (even if you are biologically Male)

Women have always had to create peace, comfort, safety, community in the midst of war.
Plant seeds.
Revel in the lovely warmth of Spring's great renewal.
Bake bread.
Sing songs of joy.
Make love.
Make love again and again and again until you are beyond exhaustion and filled with ecstasy.
Hold babies.
Count Stars.
Be miraculous.
Rebel in the quiet and seemingly small ways women have always rebelled.

Witches have always mediated the spaces between the Worlds.
This is our True Work.
There is a World of fear and terror, death, destruction, war, killing—a world where atrocities abound.
And.....there are worlds upon worlds upon worlds of beauty, strength, power, love and tenderness where compassion abounds.
We are the mediators.
One of the definitions of the word Shaman is to journey to the other-realms so we might bring back the Wisdom and Healing to our communities in this realm.

In the midst of the icy hatred and searing heat of destruction ...Spring arrives....quietly, gently, without clamor or announcement, nearly without notice. Go into Her quiet stealth, Her fertile Hope, Her greening Renewal, Her Peaceful countenance, Her Beauty Way......go into Her compassionate embrace, Her dark Warmth, Her sensual Promise. Bring Back Her Gifts. Become Possessed. Embody Her Gifts. Bring them forth...give of them freely to the man who takes your money at the gas station, the women who bags your food at the grocery store, the child who smiles up at you on the street, the young man who curses you for driving too slow, the young girl who weeps for her lover sent to war.
Embody the Blessing Way and send it forth—even to those who you deem your enemy. Even those from whom you cower in fear.
Bless. Everything you do—a Blessing of Peace.

We have always lived beside Death.
There is nothing new in the world today that did not exist yesterday or the day before that.

We have always slept near Destruction.
There is nothing new in the world today that did not exist yesterday or the day before that.

We have always been intimate with Fear.
There is nothing new in the world today that did not exist yesterday or the day before that.

And we have always planted our Gardens, fed our Children, danced the Sacred Ways and performed our Quiet Magic.
There is nothing new in the world today that did not exist yesterday or the day before that.

So, Destruction and Death and Fear are heightened in their Power.
Compassion, Life and Joy must be heightened in response.
Laugh in the face of those who would destroy us—not in anger or revenge or out of a sense of superiority, but out of compassion, purity and strength.
Weep and Rage and Scream and give Fear its proper place.
But then, move forward in Peace, and Strength—graceful as the Swan and fierce as the Wolf.
In the Way of the Mother. Warrior Mother.

Now is the Time. We must be Kala as never before. Be the Witch you Are.

Blessings of Peace on this The Equinox—when EVERYTHING hangs in the Balance. May the Strength of the Sun, feed the Strength of Peace