Find a place where you can witness winter's fierce strength - near a window where you can see or hear the wind, or where you can feel the raw power of the season. Plant your feet firmly on the ground and let your hands rest loosely in your lap. Allow your jaw to soften……..
Opening - Winter's Force
Tha mi a' gairm air Màthair na Stoirme (I call upon the Mother of Storms)
Ann an neart a' gheamhraidh (In winter's strength)
Far a bheil gaoth a' séideadh (Where wind blows)
Le cumhachd nàdair (With nature's power)
Feel the primal force of winter around you. The Mother holds even the fiercest storms in her embrace, teaching through their wild wisdom.
Body - The Storm's Heart
A Mhàthair, tha mo chridhe loisgeach (Mother, my heart burns)
Mar ghaoth reòite (Like frozen wind)
Glan mi (Cleanse me)
Le do chumhachd (With your power)
Let your anger flow like winter wind. The Mother shows how this force can clear the air, like a storm that cleanses the sky.
Mar an stoirm (Like the storm)
A' glanadh an adhair (Clearing the air)
Tha mo chorruich a' sgaoileadh (My anger spreads)
A' fàs nas sàmhaiche (Growing quieter)
Watch how anger, like a winter storm, naturally exhausts itself. The Mother demonstrates how even the strongest winds eventually calm.
Closing - The Calm After
Tha mi a' tuigsinn (I understand)
Mar a thig sìth às dèidh stoirm (How peace follows storm)
A' faighinn fois (Finding rest)
Ann an sàmhchair ùr (In new quiet)
Feel the natural settling that follows release. The Mother's peace returns like snow falling softly after wind.
Afterthought
In the wake of this storm: What has your anger cleared away? Like a winter wind that strips dead branches, what needed strength has this emotion revealed?
Slàn leat, a Mhàthair na Stoirme (Farewell, Mother of Storms)
Gu robh do neart ga mo ghlanadh (May your strength cleanse me)