I’m all bundled up and sitting at Grandmother’s feet!
It’s February! What good fortune!
Under a red wool blanket,
I exult and absorb Her pure, boundless energy.
I’m here! I’m here!
Beside the sacred mound, so close to Brigid’s day.
What is this scent so sweet?
Oh grasses, oh pines!
I feel that we are stirring,
Life! you of endless renewal,
Life! with me here, dear Sun on my pen,
Life! coming up through my feet.
Dear Son, nearby, his ashes on the Sacred Mound,
a Pagan too, like his mama.
In the ethers, he gives me a big “thumbs up!”
just for being here.
A big “thumbs up” from my son just for being here this day,
February, all bundled up, red wool to my ankles and chin,
Saule at my back, Gaia radiating through my feet,
the scent of May, the scent of becoming.
It’s Life! L'chaim, it’s the world, fresh,
I’m here, thumbs up, I’m here, bundled up,
I’m smiling, I’m here,
February 8, 2015
My name for a vast ecosystem in North Carolina, a tall mountain of almost six thousand feet, is "Grandmother Mountain." Although officially called "Grandfather," Her energy is very powerful and feminine for me.
I visit there and in the nearby area often, as a pilgrimage, and to be near the place I left my son's ashes. I've learned to feel the abundant energy generated by these natural vortices, and I go there to recharge.
|Grandmother Mountain in the distance|
|My son, Peter Metzner|