*Visionary Art by Jan Betts
One by one I've been turning off the lights, blowing out the candles, and turning more deeply within to honor this glorious Season of Holiness and Wonder. Not the external season gone all the more delirious in its pressing insistence on forgetting the within....rather, the dynamic soft stillness of the All-that-IS deep inside.
Things to do, places to go, people to engage, but all held from the inner field first. This choice belongs to each being and it feels miraculous to imagine how it will be when more and more and more beings honor this possibility and privilege and power.
Snuff out the last tiny flame, watch the smoke rise and fill the spaces of in-between and welcome the dark of the mystery. It is not the word 'faith' but the energy of faith that now holds the seed. Silence, my favorite language, mothers this miracle-in-waiting.
Receive the numinous Invitation.