You must set out now.
Gather your belongings.
Take only what you need:
A journal, a pen, water colours,
A change of clothing, warm socks,
Woollen cloak with hood.
The currach awaits you.
Show your bundle.
Climb in.
Here are the oars.
Push away from shore.
Leave what holds you.
Seek no promise of safety.
Set your face to the boundless sea,
The wind in your left eye. Go.
In the pre-dawn darkness
One light shines:
Seven pointed star.
You do not know the way.
There is no way to where you must go.
Trust your life to this star.
Here is a journey prayer:
Star of the Sea
Seven arms encircle my soul.
A body to dance
A heart to know
Inner light to guide
Inner fire to impassion
Earth to birth me
Sea to hold me
Wind to carry me Home.
From Singing the Dawn – Rebirth of the Sacred Feminine
by Anne Kathleen McLaughlin
Image: "Sea at night” by Władysław Ślewiński.
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