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.”
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.
So, dear friends, this is what’s happenin’. This is what grace feels like.