This time of year it can feel as if the world is upside down. Expectations are magnified. Time feels pressured. It’s easy to get lost to ourselves and to forget our true belonging.
But during the holy-days, when it’s the darkest dark outside, is also the perfect time to let our eyes grow wide and full of stars—to begin a new, to access wonder. There is a territory vaster than our own Souls ready to reveal itself to us now. Beyond worry. Or planning. Or thought. Or contemplation. Or should. Or roles. Or expectations. Beyond time even–the great. timeless now of constant creation.
We are being asked to get quiet, and allow the never before seen ways to come forward. To root deeper into the Real. To trust and let go of all that we have known so that what wants to be known through us can reveal.
The Holy-days are a sacred pause, the liminal space between darkness and light. An in-between place to get quiet, take stock, dream, and allow the seeds for the next year to be planted. But often we forget. And get caught in chaos and outward focus. Or in aloneness and separation.
That’s when it’s time to go within and find the place that never was, or never could be separate from Source. To let the dream that is wanting to be born to dream us.