So we're going to start by taking some nice beautiful deep breaths,
Arriving here,
Settling in,
Closing our eyes,
Placing our hands over our heart,
Breathing into your heart,
So that you arrive here in this moment.
Beautiful Goddess,
Surround me in light,
Strong and true,
A shield of power for all I do.
No harm shall pass,
No ill shall stay,
Only love and peace to light my way.
With every breath,
I stand secure,
Protected,
Grounded,
Calm and pure.
Breathing in that love,
Breathing in that energy,
Breathing in that light,
That beautiful white light from the universe,
It connects us here in this space.
Breathing it in,
Feeling that light wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
May the space be soft and bright,
Held in warmth and quiet light,
Hearts connected far and near,
Gathered gently together here.
Breathing in that light as we come together in this space.
When you are ready,
I invite you to hold your cacao,
Feeling the warmth in your hands.
Mama Cacao,
Your gift,
We receive with grace.
Thank you for holding this sacred space.
We honour the ancestors,
The lands and the histories,
And we thank the farmers and families who tend to your trees.
With gratitude,
Respect and deep care,
We give thanks to the water,
The earth,
The fire and the air.
May this cup be warm in our hands,
A quiet bridge across distant lands,
Together sipping,
Breathing slow,
Held in cacao's heart,
We grow.
Taking a moment to breathe in that beautiful aroma.
With this cup of cacao tonight,
Nothing needs to be rushed,
Nothing needs to be finished.
Tonight,
We slow down and allow our hands to remember what our soul already knows.
Holding your cup of cacao close to your heart,
Smelling its aroma,
Keeping your eyes closed.
As we begin tonight,
By visualising,
Sitting in a comfy chair,
In a cosy room,
It's warm with firelight,
And sitting beside you is a crone figure,
Aged and wise,
As could be a grandparent,
An aunt,
An ancestor.
See or feel their presence.
This crone takes your hands,
And you feel the wisdom from their aged and wrinkled hands.
You can feel their energy.
Feeling this powerful energy in their hands,
We take our first sip together.
Sipping for arriving here,
Arriving here with this crone energy,
Arriving into our bodies and arriving into our hands.
Breathing into that first sip as it enters your body,
Starting to feel the memories from the crone's hands connecting with yours.
The years of weaving,
Kneading,
Sewing,
Those skills long forgotten.
You're breathing in,
Feeling their hands.
The crone says to you,
There's nothing to create just yet,
Just arrive,
Be here.
Feel this energy.
As you breathe in to that energy,
You start to feel your own hands awakening,
And you feel the warmth of the cacao in your hands,
The texture of the cup.
Now visualise the texture of fabric,
The warmth of the dough being kneaded,
Or the rhythm of the knitting needles.
With our next sip together,
We awaken our remembering,
The quiet wisdom that lives in our hands,
That has come from ancestors.
Past selves,
Or the crone energy within,
And we sip to remembering.
As you breathe into the energy of that sip,
Start to visualise your hands doing a simple craft,
Stitching,
Weaving,
Baking.
The crone says to you,
You may not know how,
But something within you does.
Just breathe into that sip,
Visualise that stitching,
Or that weaving.
Just let your hands move,
Let them move without force,
Let them move without meaning,
Let them remember.
Just continue to weave,
To sew,
To knead,
Or simply create.
Let it be repetitive,
Let it be soothing,
Let it be quiet.
With our next sip together,
We honour the joy of creating with intention,
Not as something to perfect,
But something to feel.
Every small movement,
Every simple act,
Becomes sacred in our awareness,
And we sip to creating with intention.
As you breathe into the energy of that sip,
Just say to yourself,
With each stitch I breathe,
With each stitch I soften,
With each stitch I repair,
With each stitch I return.
Breathing into that energy,
I'm going to invite you to continue sipping your cacao,
You can continue visualising that weaving,
Or knitting,
Or sewing,
As you sip along to tonight's song.
As you breathe into that energy of your hands remembering what your soul has always known,
You notice that the crone energy in your room has gone,
However you feel their hands,
Their energy,
It's still there in your hands.
Allow your mind's eye to look at your hands,
These hands hold more wisdom than you realise,
They create,
They mend,
They remember.
As you place your hands over your heart,
Taking a nice deep breath,
These hands have done this before,
Maybe not in this lifetime,
But they remember.
The crone is within you,
Passed down through generations,
From past lives.
The thread is in your hands,
You are the weaver of your life.
You are the mender,
The healer of what is worn or broken.
You are the magician who can embroider beauty onto the ordinary.
You are the alchemist who can turn simple ingredients into nourishment.
Allowing your hands to remember,
Letting your hands lead,
This is not about being good at it,
This is about letting go of productivity,
Slowing down,
Letting your breathing match each slow,
Repetitive motion.
Entering a timeless loop,
Where nothing needs to be finished,
Nothing needs to be achieved,
Nothing needs to be perfected,
Only felt in your hands and in your heart.
Thank you,
And blessed be.
