I have power in my presence. You will feel me. Come back outdoors now, feel the shift, I am returning, my light draws you.

I come from the place in your heart where wild dingo’s roam.

Do you feel the sap moving in the gum trees. Let your hips  sway to the tree breeze and the Earth drum, for we are ONE.

Trance this compass of the great land downunder, the re-awakening, the quickening of Imbolc stirs my blood, as liquid sap is stirred around us, and in the belly.

Its the flowering time, the maiden is swirling on the breeze, sharing her strength of spirit, magic is afoot.

Ahhh…breathe in your wildness….can you tell me the colours of the sunset, the fragrance of the flowers and what is happening in the bush this week?

If you cannot, then you have stopped dancing and singing up the land, remember you used to dance and sing before you became so important….take time to dance my friends 

Merry Imbolc!