This morning I greet the sun.
With coffee in hand and warmth and reverence on my heart.
I’m thinking about Beltane, the Celtic fire celebration that initiates summer.
I’m thinking about fire magic and the story of Vasalisa, an ancient Russian myth about a girl’s initiatory journey into womanhood where she summons the courage to hold the wild and flaming wand of her own intuitive power, passed on to her by the old crone, a symbol for all of the intuitive beings that came before.
And I’m witnessing the youth step into their power. I’m witnessing their hands taking the torch. And I’m honoring their insistence upon a future. A future for Palestinian life. A future for all of us on this planet. And I can hear the faculty and leaders and ancestors guiding them, the crones, the wise ones saying, “yes, beloved, you are the fire. You are the power that will shape our future. Your body, made of all the fierce and loving beings that came before you. Your spirit, the glowing flame.”
And like Bisan, the brave Palestinian youth dreamer and filmmaker in Gaza, I feel a new kind of faith. I feel a new kind of dream being dreamed. A new world being born. Can you feel it? The power of the next generation? The fire coming alive in their chests? Feet? Voices? The fire that is birthing a new freedom?
And I’m thinking about how we all have a responsibility to embody our power in this moment. No more wasting precious time while life itself is on the line. No more wasting precious energy while our creativity is being called. Our species is in a deeply initiatory moment. The time of transformation is no longer coming, it is already here. So let us be inspired by Vasalisa, and our brave youth, and Bisan.
With the vibrancy of infinite ancestral beings at our backs, and the light of all of the beings waiting to be born to cherish our soil and stars germinating at our hearts, let us attune to what is most sacred. For it is the sacred that will light our fire.
And let us hold our magic like a sunflower wand brightening one another’s faith. Let us mold a new way. The way of fire…the way the earth is teaching us as she also warms in rage. Let us mirror her heat and thaw this pain. So that we might reach the center of us. The truth of us.
May the sun of a new day in this brave new world grow us into who we were always meant to be. Beings of fire. Intuition. Power. And solidarity.
Beings of love.
Oh loves, I’m wishing you so much love on this Sunday. I’m wishing our collective warm connection, wild creativity, and a joy for being alive and human that is so powerful it conjures a new world. I know I’m feeling it. Dancing with it. And doing my best to honor the responsibility I have in sharing it.
Like the beautiful Cleo Sol sings, “don’t ever waste your light.”
I love y’all.
🌻 Josie
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I am endlessly grateful to each of you for your presence here.