I stand at the edge of the forest at gloaming. The precise moment of the winters solstice is at an end. I feel ancient energies here with me in the woods this day. I stand saying goodbye to the sun knowing that the next day he will be in the sky a little longer and with that shift, the energies and the yearly rhythms will change from decline to rebirth. My heart skips a beat as I feel in my center this subtle transformation. It will take three more months until we see the results of this new beginning, however today is the day it begins.
I am startled from my reveries by the glimpse of a hooded figure moving among the trees and then disappearing into the shrouded forest. I strain to see the figure wanting to make sure of what I have actually seen. I begin to hear faint melodies whispered on the wind or is it just the pine needles moving softly? I see movement and there among the Mountain Laurel, I catch another glimpse of the red robed woman. She walks gracefully among the sleeping greenery. For a pure moment our eyes meet and we make a connection between our dimensions. She beckons me onward and I see she is with child and her moment of delivery is pressing near.
Dusk has fallen and the night is alive with the sounds of the winter forest. I walk faster now to catch up with the woman for I can hear her footsteps on the crackling leaves strewn by the wind along the narrow path. The half moon is up and behold, all eight planets are in alignment and arc gracefully across the evening sky. What wonders will there be on such a night?
As the sound of her footsteps fades away, I am left alone there not knowing which way to turn. A falling star descends in the west and my intuition asks me to follow it, so I head west feeling sure she is just ahead.
Behind a small rise in the forest floor, I hear singing. I come upon a lighted circle in the middle of a stand of ancient hemlocks. There on a bed of mounded moss, is the red lady ready to give birth, surrounded by many others dressed in robes of green and gold. They have prepared the space and sing the songs of rebirth. Snow begins to fall silently as a blessing. The fire light flickers and plays with the shadows in the trees. I become aware of a deep velvety purple energy shimmering in the circle and surround them all. This magical energy expands and touches me and I feel at once comforted, and greatly loved.
There is a low murmur and then a sharp intake of breath as the child is born. She is wrapped in swaddling clothes and laid at her mothers breast. The green ones, the animals, the trees, the rocks and I hold the image of this miraculous birth. There is great rejoicing and songs are heard far and away for this night in the sacred forest a child is born!
I feel blessed to have witnessed this loving miracle and can hardly believe what I have seen. I look up at the now clearing night sky and once again see the clouds swiftly running and the half moon flashing the news to all the land.
I look back at the hemlock circle and see only the forest now empty of light and movement. The feelings of rebirth and deep comfort linger there, but I notice as I walk away that these feelings stay with me in my heart.
The Beginning...
the Advent of a new time.
As artist, I bring you the images of that night the red, the green and the majestic purple infused with the golden sun. It is the trinity, the Mother, the Daughter, and the Wholly Spirit!
From a deep place inside of me, I recognize that the trinity has not been portrayed in the feminine for a very long time on this planet. The long awaited time of wholeness is unfolding and with it the symbols which honor the integrated power of the feminine.
As we step into the next millennia the honoring of both female and male images in balance, will heal the separation and madness that has ensued by the tragic denial of the wisdom and strength of the elemental feminine. This healing will enliven our planet, so that she may transform into the next glorious phase of life.
NFS
