May I allow what is incubating within me
the time and space
to come forth slowly,
in its own way.

Keep it spacious, grounded in intention and mystery, and led by desire.

It is midwinter. The trees are bare, there is little green among the greys and the browns.
There are seeds, hidden, unseen, in the cold, damp earth.

Let us be here, now, in this moment. Nothing more.

Let us be present.

Can I listen?

Can I learn to listen?

“What would it look like, to centre desire?”

the season is shifting. Wind blowing in the trees. Windows open, cool and dark. Awakening. Autumn calls.
What have you learned this year?

Every piece I have picked up along the way, whether I have noticed, treasured, rejected, reviled, dismissed, ignored or grappled with joyfully or with fear…has made me who I am. It is a tapestry, and it is not only mine.

May I let myself be enough,
exactly as I am.

Two altars - to splurge it all out, then to refine and focus.

This altar is for my body-wisdom.
For listening.
For loving myself enough
to listen.

For what might emerge from January’s darkness. This moment is a pause
before the quickening of the year.