Here Comes the Sun

What better time than around Winter Solstice, when the Great Goddess once more gives birth to the Sun -- the child of light -- to begin a new blog? For the past few months, in an endeavor to connect better with the Earth and her cycles in a more intimate way, I began another semi-private blog, known only to a few close friends, entitled Embracing Bear, where with increased introspection I metaphorically crawled into the cave, curled up with the Bear Mother, and began to dream my future.



In very poetic, synchronistic ways that I could not have planned, that blog seems to have come full circle, just in time for the birth of my own light. I spent the winter in the womb of the Earth, the dark of the night, and now, as the days begin to lengthen I feel my own energies quickening and ready to burst forth.

This blog also serves another purpose. It is the fulfillment of a task assigned to me, and a responsibility I readily accepted. The following is an excerpt from the introduction to what I thought would be a book:

There I was, in the woods where I'd sat unmoving for at least 24 hours. My sleeping bag was snuggled around my legs, and my cloak hung loosely from my shoulders as, for the second time, White Buffalo Calf Woman appeared before my closed eyes.

The first time had been weeks ago, in preparation for this Vision Quest, when in meditation I'd thanked Her for allowing me to take part in one of Her sacred ceremonies, despite the fact that I was not 'one of Her people'. Suddenly, without fanfare or hesitation, She was standing before me. "You are one of my people, as much as if I'd given birth to you myself."

Now She once more floated into my consciousness, smiling as she held out to me the hand-made medicine wheel that I was currently wearing in my hair. It was wrapped with a strap of red leather to represent and honor the Red Road, the spiritual path of the Native American. Around the red, I had woven a golden thread, a symbol of great significance to me, representing my own spiritual path. "You will share your path with others. Whether it winds through the Red Road, the Yellow Road, or whatever road it may follow, it will be called The Golden Thread Road. ”

The medicine wheel she held out to me is the one pictured at the top of this blog. I did not take the responsibility entrusted to me lightly. One of the things I realized over the course of that same vision quest was how much spiritual experience and knowledge I had accrued during the past 20 some odd years of studying and practising, not to mention my youth spent walking the more mystical side of my religous upbringing. I had a lot to share! Simultaneously I realized how much I didn't know and how much further I had to go. Writing a book seemed the most obvious way to share my path, and so I wrote the above intro. That was all the further I got. I felt like I was shirking my duties, denying a divine command performance, yet, below appearances, everything was unfolding in perfect harmony.

Months rolled by as my confidence increased, having crossed a new threshold. Then around Autumn Equinox, as the wheel turned toward the dark half of the year, inspiration struck and I began my previous blog, delving deep into my personal shadow and the creative force of the Dark Mother. Now, at the next quarter of the wheel, again inspiration strikes and I find myself excitedly beginning a new blog, having traversed the darkness and the gestation of the light. Then it occurs to me that a blog is like a book written in slow motion, only more fluid and alive, more immediate for writer and reader alike.

This then is the sharing of my path. This is my path, but I hope that in its sharing, others may get a clearer view of their own, whether it be the Purple Thread, Plaid Thread, or Paisley Thread Road. My path is my own, but I am not alone. Thank you for allowing your thread to dance with mine!