February 5th, 2025

[Physical Setting Directive: Find a quiet corner where you can sit undisturbed. Have a bowl of soil or earth before you. As you meditate, let your fingers gently touch the earth, feeling its cool dampness. Allow your tears to flow freely if they come - they are as natural as spring rain.]

A' Mhàthair Chaomh, gabh ri mo bhròn Gentle Mother, accept my sorrow

Mar a ghabhas an talamh ris an uisge As the earth accepts the rain

Tha mi a' tighinn thugad le mo dheòir I come to you with my tears

[Feel the heaviness of late winter in your bones. Notice how the earth holds both decay and promise, how last autumn's leaves nurture tomorrow's growth. The sky holds both clouds and growing light.]

Mar sneachd a' leaghadh gu uisge Like snow melting to water

Mar reothadh a' sgaoileadh sa ghrèin Like frost dispersing in the sun

Mar sin sgaoileadh mo bhròn So may my sadness disperse

A' sruthadh sìos don talamh Flowing down into the earth

[Let your sadness be like winter's ice, held safely by the Mother until it's ready to transform. Feel how the earth accepts all things - the dark and the light, the frozen and the flowing. Your tears are sacred waters, feeding deep roots.]

O Mhàthair nan uile O Mother of all

Tionndaidh mo bhròn gu neart Turn my sorrow to strength

Mar a thionndaidheas an geamhradh gu earrach As winter turns to spring

[Experience how sadness creates deep pools of compassion within you, like the small hollows in earth that hold spring rain. Feel the Mother's strength rising through you like sap in awakening trees.]

Reflect on this: How does your sadness connect you to the deeper rhythms of life, just as winter's darkness nurtures spring's emergence? What wisdom lies in these depths?

[Rest in the knowledge that the Mother holds all emotions in her vast embrace, transforming each in its season.]

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