Peace of longest-night quiet.. Joy of the Sun’s return.

to all, good Solstice.  

(this, from the Touchstones:  )

XIX. The Sun.

illumination, yes ~ and also,  You as the one who illuminates.

the light that shines into corners and pushes shadows back, revealing what has been hidden.

in the physical realm ~ catalyzing light and growth.

in the unseen realm ~ a force of energy that governs movement (and orbits and gravity).

the center. certainty. (sure as the Sun!)

open ~ light ~ loving.. return of life after its absence,  return of play after rest.

always present and ever-renewing. abundant.

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returning.

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In March of 2014. I began writing what I came to call “touchstones” for several major arcana (trump) cards of the tarot deck I use for readings (mine is the Thoth deck, amazing and powerful stuff, that!)  

Currently, this collection of writings includes ten major arcana cards and two of the Aces, with more in-the-forming. They’re my own words, one interpretation of the cards’ essences. I allow people to draw one after a reading to keep as a message for the day or a meditation on an aspect of the Self.

Please do feel free to share the text or link back to here – as long as you include this credit: 
 ©Kathleen McGloin 2014 – 2016 jujuhelpdesk.com

hold the door.

“Hold the Door.”

for those who came in before me and those who came in after. 

hold the door - copyright Kathleen McGloin

You were here to greet me, coming in
and share this place with me: my family. my friend.
When it is time for you to move on again,
I’ll hold the door for you: a parting, but never an end.
 
I am here to greet you, coming in,
and walk you through like those before;
and when it is time for me to move on,
my family, my friend!
hold the door, please, hold the door!
thank you.”
 
~ with most reverent love and honor ~ Kathleen


{this piece was written in 2009 for the anniversary of a friend’s passing, and shared privately from time to time after… there have been a more than a few very dear ones who’ve left us in recent months I’ve wished to quietly honor in this way, but this is the first I’ve shared it openly. These words came from – were a gift of – grace, and are the closest to my heart, and I still well up every time I read them.  If they touch you and you wish to share, please do so with my blessing;  I only ask that you include this attribution:  © 2009 Kathleen McGloin   – or direct back to this page.  😉  }

on being here, now: the drop of water and the snowflake.

{brought forward from a couple years ago, fresh and new.. a reminder that where I am now ~ is the only place I need be..}

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drops of water – transitioning – their form

the single drop of water

does not in the summer say
“i must form myself into a perfect snowflake,
define my edges and my shape.”

it does not think
“i need to get myself up into the air, into a cloud – any cloud – and go there”

the snowflake that exists in the drop of water already knows

the truth of its own self
the truth of perfect – right –  timing, too..

of the convergence of elements
of the rising up of all the other drops of water,
the movement toward the place where it will be released
to float gently toward its new place on the earth.

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the single snowflake does not in the winter say
“a perfect drop of water i must become..”