“In the darkness and the quiet, life thrums.
Deep under the earth, covered and fed by all that has been let go of, all that has been given up in offering, are the seeds, forming, rooting, dreaming.
Within the dark transformational matter, life begins.
In the death of the old, medicine is born.
All beginnings start in the darkness, in the fecund earth, in the pulsing womb.
It is not spring where life suddenly appears, but now, in these inward months.
Spring is not a saviour of winter days, it is birthed from winter, born because of winter.
And it is this winter story, that teaches me much about my own human journey.”
Brigid Anna McNeil
King Edward Street Chapel 