Let yourself become still.
Whether sitting or standing.
See if you might let your spine rise like a tree.
Rooted and steady.
Close your eyes.
Feel your breath like the ocean's tide.
Flowing in and out.
Now imagine yourself waking up not in your own home but in a small stoned cottage nestled on the edge of a wild meadow.
It's dawn.
You step outside barefoot onto the dew kissed grass.
The air is cool and the sky is brushed with soft colours.
Lavender.
Pale rose.
Mist lingers over the land and there's a deep stillness as if the earth is holding its breath.
Waiting for the sun to rise.
In the distance you see Bridget approaching along a path lined with wildflowers and tall grasses.
Her hair is braided with ribbons,
Her mantle flowing like water and her hands cradle a glowing flame.
She says nothing but you feel her presence ripple through the landscape like the first birdsong,
The first light.
She reaches you and without words offers the flame.
You take it in your hands and as you do it becomes a flame within.
Nestled behind your heart,
Steady and bright.
Then Bridget turns and gestures to the land,
The wide sky,
The singing trees,
The rising sun and invites you to walk forward into the day,
Flame within,
Blessings around.
As you walk,
Each footstep feels connected to the pulse of the earth.
The world wakes with you.
Bees star in the heather,
A stream gurgles over stones and swallows dance in the morning light.
You are held,
You are kindled,
You are ready.
With Bridget beside you,
The day begins.
Take one final deep intentional breath,
Breathing in and releasing all that does not serve you on the long slow out breath.
Let the vision soften and fall away and when you feel ready,
Open your eyes and greet this new day with presence.
