This dark moon, when I went to visit Na Morrigna at my usual place, the cottage near the river, they were outside, seated around a cauldron, with a fire built beneath it, but not lit. As I approached, they stood. One of them lit the fire as I opened the bottle of wine I had brought, and I poured it into the liquid that was already within. As the fire rose I saw things in the liquid and in smoke, and they spoke to me, and I was told to condense the experience into a poem, a rosc. Here is what I wrote:
Liquid seethes,
Emotions roil;
A too-hot fire.
A spoon stirs.
Stirred liquid settles,
Simmers softly.
The stirring is best shared
With those closest to you,
One at a time.
Two can stir a large cauldron
better than one can alone,
But a crowd will cause it to spill over.
The time of distance is not over,
But isolation should end:
Reconnect.
I believe we’re being called to re-center meaningful relationships, to reach out to those we miss, but haven’t had many quality interactions with in the past year. Called to do something more than write a few words on a social media post. A lot of us are dealing with Zoom burn out, I know – but this is a call to reprioritize, and figure out which people you can really share your struggles with, whose understanding and compassion will help you feel more at ease, and who you can help in the same ways.