And the motherwort , the mother of mothers begins to hear the call inward.
As the autumn mornings begin to weave her soft magic across the land she begins to let herself begin to rest. She has nourished and given , standing strong and mighty.
It is time now to let go. To rest. To gather the knowledge that can only be gathered from the deep dark void.
Because she travels with the cycles she knows and trusts that she will return from her journey reborn with much to share.
She whispers to me to remember this. To know as a woman there is a time to shine. A time to die. A time to journey and a time to be reborn over and over and over again.
Don’t be fooled by societies obsession with youth and achievement she says. For the true raw magic, the time you will feel most alive is in the dying…… I bloody love motherwort!