​​I lived today in kairos time.  It felt like a day between the worlds.  When I woke this morning my first thought was “this is the feeling I have been waiting for.”  I feel happy, healthy and viscerally present.  The sun was peeking through the window blinds; ‘The Boyz’ were playing; and I was laughing in bed.  Throughout the day I moved slowly, deliberately and calmly.  I never hurried.  I just noticed every beautiful thing in front of me and sometimes even behind me.  I am not claiming to be Hecate; I just turned around a lot.
 
         Some years ago my astrologer told me that my best decade of life will be my seventh.  I moved to my new home six months ago just after my 69th birthday, the beginning of my seventh decade.  People here have been asking how I am adjusting, and I usually answer “still.”  Today I felt as if I had arrived with both feet planted firmly.  Today I experienced being one of the “Wild Women.”
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​Wild Women
 
Buttercups and Queen Anne’s lace line the path of a thousand years.
We walk back into our consciousness.
We walk back into the mystery and the mists.
We walk into our greatness and power.
 
Our hearts are open, expansive, deep and wise.
Our connection with the sacredness of the earth
whirls in the wind and sets us free.
The moon and the sun balance the energies of the ancient ones
with the possibilities of our future
 
We are spirals dancing toward the unimaginable
in grace, peace and centeredness.
We are today’s priestesses and tomorrow’s wise women.
We hold the mysteries, the star dust, and the rain.
We laugh from our bellies.
We dance from our innate sense of our feet being one with the earth.
 
We are wild women, noble and timeless.
 

​I am filled with gratitude to have experienced this one day, this one awesome day.  When I was leaving Longwood Gardens this afternoon, I noticed the moon in the east and the sun in the west balancing the energies.  I knew there was a poem that captured that image.  Originally the image was from the ancient Glastonbury Tor.  Perhaps today’s image is a glimpse into the possibilities of the future.
 
So, dear friends, this is what’s happenin’.  This is what grace feels like. 
  
Rebecca
 
 

Buttercups and Queen Anne’s lace line the path of a thousand years.
We walk back into our consciousness.
We walk back into the mystery and the mists.
We walk into our greatness and power.

Our hearts are open, expansive, deep and wise.
Our connection with the sacredness of the earth
whirls in the wind and sets us free.
The moon and the sun balance the energies of the ancient ones
with the possibilities of our future

We are spirals dancing toward the unimaginable
in grace, peace and centeredness.
We are today’s priestesses and tomorrow’s wise women.
We hold the mysteries, the star dust, and the rain.
We laugh from our bellies.
We dance from our innate sense of our feet being one with the earth.

​We are wild women, noble and timeless.

​I was on a spiritual retreat with eight other women in Glastonbury, England.  Two thousand years ago Glastonbury was at seaside when the Celts founded a village near Tor Hill.  King Arthur is buried in Glastonbury and the legends of Avalon whisper in the winds.  Also one of the many tales is that Joseph of Arimathea and the boy Jesus built the first church there.  The Glastonbury Abbey was built in the 13th century.
 
Glastonbury is a village of profound wonder, mystery and spirit.  Tor Hill represents the masculine; and Chalice Well, the feminine. I wrote “Wild Women” the first night of our retreat.  We had all just walked the Tor Hill as the sun was setting. The evening was truly magical.  The mystery and myths encompassed us.  I felt as if I had been there before.