October 29, 2022

Perhaps it’s this season, a powerful witchy time as it is. And perhaps not. But brooms have been flying through my meditations lately. Messages of clearing out what does not serve me, recently related to my apparently limited thinking about Druidic and mystic archetypes. I wrote a bit from these insights on my StoneFire blog. More to come. 

I hadn’t mentioned any of this to Dennis before he sent me this photo, which feels so perfect because this sweeping away never seems to end and there are days when I feel like I’m dragging my broom behind me. I actually have a broom very much like the one pictured here, along with a fabulous hat. But that’s another story. 

This photo was part of a Facebook post with an amazing poem. The Valuable Time Of Maturity, by Mário de Andrade written in the early 1950s. I mention the date because it’s striking how these words continue to be relevant in this time. 

The poem is powerful, and long enough that I will share some of it over a few blogs. It deserves that consideration. Of course you can find the whole of it on line.

I counted my years
and realized that
I have less time to live by,
than I have lived so far.

I have more past than future.

I feel like that boy who got a bowl of cherries.
At first, he gobbled them,
but when he realized there were only few left,
he began to taste them intensely.

I no longer have time to deal with mediocrity.

Being judgmental is something I inherited from my mother, bless her. There are times when I try to think that I’m just being discerning. But it’s judgement. And, as I count my passing years, I find I have absolutely no time for mediocrity which these days is anything that is not spiritual in nature. I’m willing to stretch that definition of spiritual to include the energy and expression of love, joy, peace, and compassion. But that’s the boundary beyond which everything else seems meaningless, a boundary beyond which lie most of my former relationships, including those forged over the decades of my graphic design and consulting careers. 

I have more past than future. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately as I consider how many more years I will be leading spiritual journeys and sacred gatherings in Ireland. These are the cherries in my bowl that I cherish and want to taste intensely as long as I am able. Anything else is a distraction. Anything else just seems mediocre. Anything else is something to sweep away.

Swish!

Blessings of Crone Wisdom,
Judith