A Vial of Poison

Today I wake before daybreak, a delightfully odd consequence to retiring early. My first cup of coffee is consumed before the first glimmers of twilight. I love this time of day, for it is when I share deep intimacies and elemental journeys with my goddess of the crossroads … it is when I can jump with ease the hedges and skirt the realms and return with snippets of value. Today I return with a snippet that I might have preferred left behind. Yet, I asked for it. And so it goes. 

My query brought me to a realm that I rarely visit (consciously, anyway). It is a realm that is frequented by a few of my sweetest friends. It is a realm of our loved ones who have passed from “this” life. My query? In essence, I asked about "my family's" relationship to me and my laughing auntie gave me one very unexpected word: Poison.

As a healer I Know, without doubt or question, that the gap between medicine and poison is very often a fine, fine line. Likewise, I Understand that the gap may be a chasm.

In this moment I feel that both are right and true. And so they must be.

So today I create a vial of “poison” for my altar, upon which I pray for the wisdom to recognize the fine line, and strength and courage to leap the chasm.

Blessed Be.