Find a place where you can rest without the need to be or do anything. If possible, wrap yourself in something warm and comforting. Let your body be fully supported, releasing any need to hold yourself up. Your breath will find its own gentle rhythm.

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

Ann an doimhneachd a' gheamhraidh (In winter's depths)

Far a bheil an saoghal a' cadal (Where the world sleeps)

Fo bhrat sneachda (Under a blanket of snow)

Feel how winter holds the sleeping earth without demanding growth. The Mother cradles you in this time of deep rest, asking nothing of you.

A Mhàthair, tha mo spiorad sgìth (Mother, my spirit is tired)

Mar craobh lom (Like a bare tree)

Gun duilleag (Without leaves)

A' feitheamh san dorchadas (Waiting in darkness)

Allow yourself to be held in this heavy stillness. The Mother remains present, like earth holding sleeping roots.

Mar lochan reòthte (Like a frozen pond)

Tha mo chridhe sàmhach (My heart is quiet)

A' gabhail fois (Taking rest)

Fo chlòimhteach geamhraidh (Under winter's down)

Notice how even in deepest winter, life continues below the surface. The Mother tends to what lies dormant, protecting all that needs rest.

Tha mi a' lìonadh (I am filling)

Le sìth na Màthar (With the Mother's peace)

Mar sneachd a' tuiteam (Like falling snow)

Gu sàmhach, sàmhach (So quietly, quietly)

Feel the deep peace that comes with complete acceptance. The Mother holds you in your stillness, like earth cradling sleeping seeds.

In this moment of winter's depth: What wisdom might this darkness hold? Like seeds in frozen ground, what unseen strength is gathering within you?

Slàn leat, a Mhàthair na Fois (Farewell, Mother of Rest)

Gu robh do shìth a' còmhdach m' anama (May your peace cover my soul)