Find a quiet corner where you can be with yourself undisturbed. If possible, hold something smooth and cool - a stone or crystal. Let your body settle into a comfortable position, allowing any physical tension to be supported by the surface beneath you. Your pain need not be hidden here.

Tha mi a' gairm air Màthair na Tròcair (I call upon the Mother of Mercy)

Air latha geamhraidh sàmhach (On a quiet winter day)

Far a bheil cràdh a' laighe (Where hurt lies)

Mar reothadh air loch (Like frost on a lake)

Feel how winter holds everything gently in its stillness. The Mother creates a sacred space where hurt can be acknowledged without judgment.

A Mhàthair, tha mo chridhe goirt (Mother, my heart is sore)

Mar gheug bhriste (Like a broken branch)

Fo cudthrom an t-sneachda (Under the weight of snow)

A' feitheamh ri leigheas (Waiting for healing)

Allow your hurt to be seen, like tracks in fresh snow. The Mother witnesses your pain with infinite compassion.

Mar deigh air uisge (Like ice on water)

Tha mo chràdh a' laighe (My pain lies)

A' fàs nas aotroime (Growing lighter)

Le gach anail (With each breath)

Notice how hurt, when held with tenderness, begins to soften. The Mother's love surrounds each tender place like falling snow.

Tha mi a' tuigsinn (I understand)

Gu bheil àite sàbhailte ann (That there is a safe place)

Airson gach cràdh (For every hurt)

Ann an uchd na Màthar (In the Mother's embrace)

Feel the steady presence that holds you in your pain. The Mother's love remains constant, like earth beneath winter snows.

In this moment of tender awareness: What does your hurt need most right now? Like a frozen stream that slowly thaws, what gentle movement toward healing feels possible?

Slàn leat, a Mhàthair na Tròcair (Farewell, Mother of Mercy)

Gu robh do ghràdh a' leigheas mo chridhe (May your love heal my heart)