Physical Setting: Find a quiet place where you can witness the dawn or early morning light. If possible, position yourself where you can see water in some form - morning dew, frost melting, or have a bowl of water nearby. Choose a spot where you can be still and undisturbed with your emotions.

"A Mhàthair na Maidne, gabh ri mo bhròn" (Mother of Morning, receive my sorrow)

"Tha mo chridhe trom an-diugh" (My heart is heavy today)

Feel the gentle presence of dawn, where darkness slowly yields to light, just as sorrow eventually yields to healing.

"Tha gach deur naomh" (Each tear is sacred)

"Mar driùchd na maidne air feur" (Like morning dew on grass)

"Tha bròn a' sruthadh tromham" (Sorrow flows through me)

Let your sadness be as natural as morning mist rising from the earth.

"Mar ceò a' snàmh thar lochan" (Like mist floating over pools)

"Tha mo dheòir a' tuiteam" (My tears are falling)

Feel the weight of your feelings, held in the vast embrace of dawn.

"Gach osna mar thuinn" (Each sigh like waves)

"Mar abhainn a' sruthadh don mhuir" (Like a river flowing to the sea)

Enter the quiet temple of your heart:

"Tha an sàmhchair a' bruidhinn" (The silence speaks)

"Mar geamhradh a' cumail a rùin" (Like winter holding its secrets)

"Gach faireachdainn na ùrnaigh" (Each feeling a prayer)

Honor the sadness in each direction:

"Ear - deòir na maidne" (East - tears of morning) "Mar driùchd air duilleagan" (Like dew on leaves)

"Deas - cuimhneachan blàth" (South - warm memories) "Mar grian tro cheò" (Like sun through mist)

"Iar - fois an fheasgair" (West - evening rest) "Mar tonnan ciùin" (Like gentle waves)

"Tuath - gliocas a' bhròin" (North - wisdom of sorrow) "Mar reothadh a' glanadh" (Like frost cleansing)

Listen to what your sadness teaches:

"Le foighidinn na talmhainn" (With earth's patience)

"Le gluasad nan sruithean" (With streams' movement)

"Le osna na gaoithe" (With wind's sigh)

"Le sàmhchair an t-sneachda" (With snow's silence)

"Tha mi a' giùlan mo bhròin gu sàmhach" (I carry my sorrow quietly)

Let your sadness be held like morning mist in the valley.

"Mo chridhe mar lochan domhain" (My heart like a deep pool)

"Mar sneachd a' leaghadh gu sèimh" (Like snow melting gently)

"A Mhàthair na Maidne, cùm mi nad ghràdh" (Mother of Morning, hold me in your love)

"Tha mi taingeil airson do làthaireachd" (I am grateful for your presence)

"Mar a ghiùlaineas an talamh an geamhradh" (As the earth carries winter)

"Mar sin giùlainidh mise mo bhròn" (So shall I carry my sorrow)

How does your sadness connect you to the deep wisdom of winter? What gifts of understanding does your sorrow bring? How can you hold your heavy heart with the same gentleness that dawn holds the morning mist?