Wow!
I finally got to experience snow - it’s been depressingly warm and dry here in the Front Range. After a weekend of recharging in the White River National Forest, I feel nourished by “real” winter weather.
And with the cold silence of snow, I also took 3 full days off from looking at my phone - a much-needed privilege. May we all remember ways to prevent burnout despite rapid changes happening socially, environmentally, politically, and with technology…
Growing up in the Wasatch Mountains, I remember snow hitting hard and sticking around. I actually miss those quiet and slightly terrifying car rides up and down the canyon to get to school. I pray the snow will absolutely dump on us here - our watershed needs it.
Snowshoeing in White River National Forest on fresh pow pow.
When resetting in nature, I also find spaciousness to create. As I prepare to go off-grid for another weekend under the stars, I am bringing my art supplies and drawing tablet. I hope to tap into my flow surrounded by nothing but trees, snow, stars, and my beloved. I find myself drawing Sandhill Cranes, Roadrunners, Rattlesnakes, Deer, Puma, Flickers, Steller’s Jays, and all sorts of medicinal plants surrounding me in the Rocky Mountains and American Southwest.
Here’s a sneak peek of a Roadrunner design I’m working on :)
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Last weekend honored the halfway point between Winter Solstice (Yule) and Spring Equinox (Ostara): Imbolc. The quiet stirring of Spring is yet to be born. We set an altar to St. Brigid, decorated with seeds we plan to grow this season, pine branches from our yule tree, dried fruits and flowers from last year’s crop, and a plate of oat bannock. We lit a sacred fire under the Full Moon and stated intentions for this next lunar cycle. Offerings of copal, flat cedar, and little notes with things to release were fed to the fire, a ritual to align our words to our vision and to action.
An altar to St. Brigid, goddess of fire and water, honoring the point between winter and spring where newness continues to gestate, and seeds begin to stir in the Global North.
What rituals are you engaging in to find grounding and dream up a better tomorrow? What new ideas or projects are starting to take shape?
I pray you are finding spaciousness for a creative outlet and finding solace there.
In spirit,
Founder, CEO
