Physical Setting: Find a place where you can see bare winter branches against the sky. If indoors, position yourself near a window where natural light filters through. Place your hands on natural wood or stone if possible, and let your feet be flat against the ground.

"A Mhàthair na Talmhainn, bi còmhla rium" (Mother of Earth, be with me)

"Tha an geamhradh a' teagasg dhomh" (The winter is teaching me)

Let your breath align with the winter wind's whisper through naked branches. Feel the crisp February air, where winter still holds dominion but spring whispers promises beneath the frost. Draw your awareness to the sacred space between seasons.

"Tha mi a' faireachdainn do làithreachd anns a' gheamhradh" (I feel your presence in the winter)

"Mar a' ghealach a' soillseachadh na h-oidhche" (Like the moon illuminating the night)

"Tha mo chridhe fosgailte don t-sìth" (My heart is open to the peace)

Settle into the stillness of winter's heart. Like the trees that stand bare but alive, acknowledge your sadness. Let it be as natural as the frost on morning grass.

"Mar a bhios na craobhan a' feitheamh, tha mise a' feitheamh" (As the trees wait, I wait)

Feel the earth beneath, frozen but nurturing. Let your sadness be held by the Mother's ancient embrace. Like the dormant seeds beneath the soil, your feelings are protected and transformed.

"Gabh mo bhròn, a Mhàthair" (Take my sorrow, Mother)

"Tha an talamh a' gabhail ri mo dheòir" (The earth receives my tears)

Draw strength from the deep roots that anchor you to this moment. Let the wisdom of winter fill you.

"Mar an abhainn fo deigh, tha sìth domhainn" (Like the river under ice, there is deep peace)

"Teagaisg dhomh gliocas a' gheamhraidh" (Teach me the wisdom of winter)

Feel the protective darkness of the season wrap around you like a cloak.

"Tha mi sàbhailte ann do ghlacadh" (I am safe in your embrace)

Let each breath carry your sadness to the Mother Earth, who transforms all things in her time.

"Mar a thionndaidheas an talamh, tionndaidh mo bhròn" (As the earth turns, my sorrow turns)

"Tha gach deur na shìol" (Each tear is a seed)

As the light grows stronger each day, feel the Mother's healing energy rising through your feet, up through your body, like sap rising in the trees.

"Tha gealladh an earraich nam fhéithean" (The promise of spring is in my veins)

"Tha mo neart a' tilleadh mar ghrian an earraich" (My strength returns like the spring sun)

Let your spirit rise with the knowing that all seasons pass, all emotions flow, all life renews.

"Mar a dh'èireas a' ghrian, èiridh mo spiorad" (As the sun rises, my spirit rises)

"Tha mi ag athnuadhachadh le gach anail" (I renew with each breath)

"A Mhàthair na Talmhainn, tha mi taingeil" (Mother of Earth, I am grateful)

"Tha do ghràdh gam chuartachadh" (Your love surrounds me)

What wisdom does your sadness carry, like seeds waiting beneath winter soil? How can you honor both the darkness of winter and the promise of spring within your heart? What gifts lie dormant in your spirit, waiting for their season of blooming?