The song of my day

Well-keeping the last day of September; the landscape coloured in yellow- brown. Rowan berries on nearly naked trees lightening up, reminding me; as keepers of the Well, we are also keepers of the Flame ; the Spark of Life.

Entering fall here in Norway, wandering the paths in my neighbour forest, what Mother Nature reflects is that in times of transition seasons are interwoven, and so is time; past, present and the emerging future.

I recognise spots of summer flowers still glowing, in the same moment, sensing glimpses of winter in the air. Is this interwoven tapestry sign of climate disturbance, or just nature expressing unpredictable creative life? In both cases nature is mirroring that times are changing, and that our common attention is very much needed.

The INTENTION for my well keeper day is; tending the WELL and the WOUND at the same time; light AND dark, life AND dead, joy AND suffering. On all levels. Remembering that the WELL of LIFE  is also the WELL of GRIEF. THE WELL IS HOLDING AND CARING ALL THAT IS.

in my body I am sensing waves of both tension and rest

connecting to my heart, I recognise it’s a landscape of vulnerability; open towards both - and… plus and minus…

rips and cracks- recourses and courage

sensing- feeling-knowing

holding in awareness

staying with what is; in trust and openness

leaping

Through the dimming of the day I was sitting outside, on the wooden patio, by the fire. Suddenly it started raining, like water insisted to dance with the flames…After a little while a herd of geese flew over my place, on their way south. Being in between. Connecting. Keep cycling. Remember.

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