22.12.23

As quiet as the Lamb

Gentle stirring into the heart of Winter like a narrow path lit by one single light. Flooding the fields and hills across the landscape (Sun trining Moon and Jupiter) this light expands like a gossamer thread touching all on its path. In the turning of the Season we turn deeper into mid winter and our ancient past. We sit with the flame of the ancestors and look at their smiling faces from the hearth shining towards our hearts. All memory not of love fall away as we see the illusions of living dancing on a fiery flame like golden nuggets of wisdom.

And for a moment we are held in that love that never leaves us. We are the hearth burning the love in our own hearts for those we remember who walked a path for us. We have lit a candle in the centre of our own beloved heart and thought of this journey so fragile yet divine that we take it again and again. We have a mission Beloved. It calls us on the soft gossamer threads spun out on a winter hill. Where a tall monument to love stands forever. Where one or more meet in his name there are miracles and anything is possible In love.

Blessed Day

22.12.23

The Sophia Way

Caroline xxx