At The Crossroads

In 2008 I discovered some things about life and about myself. A few truths that I have been searching for in this life's journey.

I found a peace and strength that does not depend on the knowledge of language or dogma, but on the knowledge of myself and who I AM.

It doesn't matter what the name of IT is... or the perception which one has of it. It does not matter whether or not one subscribes to a particular set of beliefs, or can recite a particular mantra. It isn't neccessary to try to be 'good' or dutiful. It doesn't matter if I am volunteering for worthy organisations, giving to charity or attending religious worship. (Things I have been compelled to do, by myself or others, all my life.)

All that matters is that I AM. I have heard the saying before, by people who I am not certain even know what it means: Be a Human Being, not a Human Doing.

All is well in my world.

Happy Módraniht

Tonight I am celebrating Módraniht- Mothers' Night. The night the new year is born. We will be feasting on Chinese food... from a new place that just opened in town, supposed to be really good. And I shall be baking a cake using my grandmother's recipe.

Tonight is the festival of the disir, the tribal soul-mothers. The mothers who have gone through and past death to become sources of wisdom and soul-might for their living folk. I think of my grandmother, who passed away four weeks ago. I am grateful for the wisdom she passed to me while she was alive, and tonight I will remember her as I make the cake she made with me, and for me, so many times. She lives on, in my soul.