Feast of Candlemas
Let the growing sunlight of each new day touch your soul.
May it reach the parts you that have felt unloved, unseen.
The dark places between your bones, the cave around your heart, the space between each breath.
Let it stir the dreams in you, the seeds of medicine sown into your making, activating their shape shifting ways.
All of you is worthy of this light; your flesh, your skin, your womb, your heart.
Let it’s magic call you home, let your wildness reply with its own slow and gentle awakening.
Brigit Anna McNeill
Chorlton Unitarians 