The Power to Create and Change
weekend and this season is focused on my own personal power. This was
reflected in the wand that I made. I chose a chunky, awkward piece of
driftwood. I don't know why I chose this one, as I looked at other
people's delicate, pretty choices. I didn't really like it as I held it
during the weekend. I took it home to finish decorating and I had the
power to transform something ordinary into something beautiful. I have
found this creative power in myself recently and have been making more
and more things that I never had faith I could do before.
have also recognised my power to change. Everything She touches
changes. Every person we come into contact with changes us somehow, and
we change them. I have this this effect in my own life, in ways that I
feel are more empowering if I do not share them here. But they are
deeply significant in life's journey.
my partner and I decided to go for a hike up the mountain where we
live. We chose a familiar route up and engaged with our inner wildness
by exploring off the path (responsibly). We decided to go up further and
soon I had decided, with a toothy grin I wanted to reach the top if
It was magickal ascending into the landscape that rarely
saw other people. We got pretty high but had to stop for safety
reasons. It began to rain so we decided to walk down a road we had just
discovered, thinking that the road would surely bring us back to
civilisation. Unfortunately it seemed to be taking us very, very slowely
down and in the opposite direction of home. In the rain we decided to
take the woodland track that descended in the direction we wanted. So
long as we stuck to a path and headed downwards we should be ok.
We descended through the thick, dark, pine forest, and
whilst it was a tad scary it was wild! I've always gazed into such woods
longing to be under the trees in the dark. Today it was like being
truly inside Her body, at Her centre, in Her untouched world. I felt the
Bear all around, the wild and the ancient beneath those trees in the
rain. The trees were old, some twisted and leafless covered in
moss. The hiss of rain and hail rattled on the ground as we followed the
old path. We were watched by Her as we passed through. I
remember a particular spot that had the energy of an underground Temple,
guarded by Fae; we were too anxious at this point to take our time
soaking it in.
Eventually we did get back, but it was
nervewracking, especially with the rain and hail that assaulted us. But
this wildness, of the mountain forest and of our decision to break the
rules and explore, was exhilerating.
As a child we follow the
paths of our parents, gazing into the unexplored paths that look
inviting and mysterious. As teenagers we long to break against this
following, wishing to go our own way, and may do so irresponsibly. As
adults we have the freedom to follow our own path, and (hopefully) the
knowledge to do so responsibly. With the latter then, we also need to
remember our younger selves and add just that extra dash of exploration,
wildness and excitement.
I have learnt that in order
to really feel power, power needs something to push against. How can I
feel powerful if no effort is being made, no action taking place,
nothing to spend my energy on? To feel powerful to do act, to do
something, to manifest. We feel powerful when we achieve something,
especially when it is hard. When trying to connect to our inner power
therefore, we cannot hope to do so just sitting and meditating about it.
We need to decide to do something, and then to do it.