She stands on a snowy hill, dressed in white; a lone beacon of warmth in a frozen landscape.
From a distance, you can see her breath puffing out in measured clouds.
As she walks closer, her warmth wraps around you like an embrace.
She stops in front of you, and suddenly she’s no longer there. You can only see yourself, your path, your medicine; you have all the time in the world to look closely. It’s all clear.
Then she steps away, looking no worse for the wear. She smiles and energetically walks back up to her snowy hillside, surrounded by plumes of breath like a steam engine.
How’d she do that? you wonder.
Or better yet, How can I do that?
The Priestess wants to show you how.
Because she wants to live in a world where you are doing your work.
She tells you her secret.
It’s just three simple steps she calls down from the hill.
Create and hold space, reflect, and devote yourself.
Yeah, but when I do that stuff I’m so tired afterword and you’re, like, super fresh, you call back.
You feel her warmth envelope you again.
It’s easy, but it takes practice, she assures, suddenly beside you, shoulder to shoulder.
She takes one of her mittens and offers it to you. Understanding, you put it on your outside hand, your inside hand already warmed with hers.
Hand in hand, breath pluming you and The Priestess walk side by side down the path into the waxing light of the year.
Thanks for reading!
love & Imbolc,