From my Note book – Wittering’s on ; The sacred wing.
Honouring the Raven / Crow spirit. For me theses birds are sacred messengers of change; spiritual, mental, emotional, life, death, rebirth.
The transition of magic and watchfulness. Inviting curiosity, seeing and opening potential opportunities.
These corvids remember, offering us a gift to re-remember, re-align with our ancestors and future selves, moving spiritually and physically. Teaching the fluidity of power and harmony in balance, light and shadow; spiritual and emotional. In the darkest recesses of our being there is the ever present gift of light, that precious unique burning spirit of our soul. That sacred place that is knowledge wisdom and integrity of soul. Holding us true. They teach us to create and manifest things in our lives – all life is waiting if we chose to step into fullness. Offering the ‘corage’ from old French or from Latin cor ‘heart’ and strength of warrior needed to manoeuvre with insight and intuition.
The invitation to listen to your celestial heart and feel into the softness of the cauldron of your being to reveal you true potential.
I dreamt of you being
and brightness from your heart
swirling… enfolding us, entwining
I feel the light
and then: liminal space.
I see it now
if I close my eyes.
Image taken at Glastonbury Tor