Once upon a Michaelmas, we decided to head home. The young ones, the old ones, the barely born, the actively dying. An internal family tired of trying, wearing of lying. (We’re fine!) Ready for unmasking, and finally basking in The Greater Light by Which we are led. Instead of the lesser lights and relentless noise vying for our attention. Flashing intrusions, empty delusions, false promises, despair ~ leading absolutely nowhere. No longer! No! Not following the endless flickering and pointless bickering, but the Way of Release and the Promise of Peace; softly pulsing from the Tender Light within. The Torchlight of Rest. The Porchlight of Home.
Perhaps for actual angelic reasons, or perhaps it’s just the way I am wired, but Michaelmas seems to act as a herald to me; calling me deeper into Soul and Season. Calling me home to the gentle glow of hearthfire in the center of my heart. I don’t think I have ever needed that more than I do now. I have a dear friend who refers to this time of year as “the light pulling in”. I want to cooperate with that invitation. I’m thankful for the coinciding of this inner calling towards home and my finally feeling an inkling of being able to cultivate a sense of home physically in my new little place. Blessings of Hearth and Home to you; within and all around! ~Cheryl Anne
Oh that spoke volumes to my heart 💖🙏✨🌹