In this long dark, logic and plain sight are useless. You navigate by the diffuse and reflective attention of the moon and stars. Bringing a deep, penetrating silence to the knowing that lives in your bones and emanates from your dreams, you recognize that you are no longer who you used to be and not yet still who you will become. You are both, you are neither, you are perfectly between things.

Even if distantly and dimly at first, abilities you never had during the day are coming alive. Where you used to seek leadership outside yourself, now yours is the deciding voice. Fear is becoming your strange ally, as you learn to honour and cradle its soft underbelly. Instinct and the mystical pull of your feeling leads the way. You can sense the density of objects around you, hear the songs of stones, and know things are coming even before they’ve left.

For you, brave pilgrim, I hold this Solstice lantern at the crossroads. While others are anxious to see you arrive, I praise your vast withstanding of the uncertainty from which all meaning is born.

~ Toko-pa Turner


The Gleam”
by David Whyte

in the midst
of every difficult
and everyday
way, you try to
make your
onward way,

sitting down
at the edge
of everything
that has made you
too tired
to take
another step,

there’s that
caught sight,
now here,
now gone

of a half imagined
wavering light
just among
the trees

just a gleam
or a wisp
of white gold
in the dying sun

a strange kind
of beckoning,

an ache
so intimately
as it is,
all of the doings
you have
so lovingly
as sins,

the place you
should have gone
all those years ago
still, it seems,
to invite you again,

simpler this time,
not too far away

touchable now,
and within reach

just a single step
on the other side
of what you always
come to call
in the end,


“Hostiles” (2017)


ICON: Seb McKinnon
WORD: David Whyte
HOMILY: “Hostiles” (2017, Waypoint Entertainment)
HYMN: “Soulmerge” by Ashana (2009) [Spotify link]

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