Sage's Corner

In honour of the Ancient Crone Mother of Air, inspired on 1st December whilst I looked after the Glastonbury Goddess Temple and felt the coming presence of Her stillness.

Ancient crone Mother of Air,

I feel you, your icy breath upon my back,

Telling me to stop - stop and be still.

I hear you, hear the whispers of your voice

Upon the wind.

Grey, still, silent motion of birds wings

As they ride you.

Stone woman, Holly woman,

Silent watcher - unchanged -

Be with me in the stillness of my soul,

Resting, rocking, accepting, being.

I reach up for you Danu,

I reach out to you into nothingness

And I thank you for this empty space,

This void - place of potential.

I close my eyes and feel the

Inner still point,

Listening to my own breath,

I am stripped down,

My soul exposed and naked,

I beg you to fill me, recreate me

Turning, I look inside and receive your wisdom.

Wisdom of old, wisdom of elders, stretching back,

Back into the mists of time - and eternity.

I hear the voices of the grandmothers as they speak of

All that is, and ever shall be -

I am silent now.