April 10, 2022

Pithy.
Concise and
forcefully expressive.

It’s said that when Emperor Joseph II heard a performance of Mozart’s latest creation he said, too many notes, dear Mozart, too many notes. To which Mozart replied, just as many as necessary, Your Majesty.

At this point in my journey it feels like my life song has too many notes. And, unlike Mozart’s masterpiece, there is no harmony in it. More like cacophony as they all seem to collide without the grace of space between them. 

Before I left for Ireland several weeks ago, I was compelled to step away from social media which for me is FaceBook. No huge declaration as others seem to make when they step away. I just stopped visiting. And in the weeks since I’ve been back in the States I’ve not been called to visit again. Too many notes, Mozart. Too many notes raining down on my head and heart and soul. 

And even without all that social media noise, it seems there are still too many notes that distract me from the ones I want to hear. The ones I need to hear. The ones that shine the brightest light of sacred intention and purpose.

Since September, there have been significant changes in my spiritual path and presence. The ancestral messages I received in September were reinforced with power and clarity at some of the sacred sites I visited in March. As if I hadn’t heard them the first time and perhaps a 2×6 was necessary. It wasn’t. I heard them the first time. And those shifts have been moving in me for months. 

But now there is a sense of urgency. Now there is the strong call to purge my life song of all the colliding cacophony and attend only what is in alignment with this unfolding. Which is a bit tricky as this unfolding is very much in process and I’m not in charge – which yes, is very hard for me – and it’s too soon to know the shape and substance of it. Too soon to name it or write the story. Yet while much is still unknown, the call to purge and clear is undeniable. The call to give this unfolding the silence and gracious space it wants, in fact demands, is beyond compelling. 

I don’t see myself back on social media. I don’t see myself engaging with many of the messages and writings that come streaming through my email. Well, the truth is I haven’t been engaging these last months. I just felt guilty about that. Now I don’t. 

The call is to attend to the sacred, especially with the sacred sisterhood and ancestral wisdom. The call is to engage with what will offer insight and inspiration on this new journey and the nature of that engagement is becoming clear. 

The call is to attend the pithy bits and find just the notes necessary. There is power here and I am urgently called to it.

Blessings of Crone Wisdom,
Judith