Breathe Peace

 

In a season of lengthening shadows, let us not just pray for peace, but breathe peace. Breathe peace from the heart of Being. Let us not resist the dark, but embrace it with our groundless depth. I say again, darkness is not the opposite of light, darkness is the womb of light. Be a golden leaf. As you pass through a thin sacred threshold of Samhain, remember that in ancient Eire this holy time was the New Year, the beginning. Time to bathe the dead in tears of Presence, and bear back the bones of your Autumn ancestors into seeds of Spring. A time for weeping, and a time for laughter. But between, and ever between, a season of silence.

Painting by Henriette Wyeth