Today in my litanies unto The Morrighan, I spoke from the heart, and that which was true. My oration was shorter and genuine I felt. I reflected on the lessons of the mistletoe. Regarded as sacred by the Driuds, it reflected the unknowable and that which is true that resides within. That potential, likened to that of the blank Odin rune. I felt inspired to touch the wet earth under skies of gray. On this eve of Spring, things are already starting to sprout and the overgrowth from last year, those vines and barbourous thorns, need to be cleared, for new growth and light. The time is short and the opportunity is available to seize it less come summer when the vines are in full bloom and wasps lurk behind shadowly leaves, the time is now to clear the briar and clear the clutter in my life to sow the seeds of better things to come.
So I have the need to muddy my hands with the wet earth and clear the thickets and leaves of the prior season. With respect to the beauty they bestowed and shade provided, be gathered, and composted for newed life of that which comes. With Spring comes cleansing and clearing on many levels, to include our work with the earth.