Keeping silent. It’s something that Witches do a lot. What happens at the crossroads, stays at the crossroads. You don’t broadcast all your business for others to pick apart the threads of energy you have so carefully woven.
Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead. – Benjamin Franklin
Much of the work we do takes place silently. The words we say are but a small part of the communication that takes place in our work. Silent threads of energy and intent root themselves and blossom and fruit without a word escaping our lips.
Great hearts steadily send forth the secret forces that incessantly draw great events. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I find myself contemplating secrets lately, as I find personal insights that lose value when spoken. Some things in our soul need to be shared to find their potential, others must be shielded in secrecy and solitude. Some flowers bloom by day, but others only blossom in moonlight.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost
Christians begin Advent today: a period of quiet contemplation and expectation. I don’t feel the same urge to contemplate the weeks preceding Solstice.
Yet I’m taken this morning with an idea. Perhaps the season between Samhain and Imbolc is meant to be focused on Silence. On Secrecy, and things kept very close to the heart. Imbolc to Beltane, might be the season of Knowing. Beltane to Lammas, the season of the Will. Lammas to Samhain, the season to Dare.
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order. – Carl Jung
How do you honor a season of secrets? Of silence? How do you honor and respect the privacy of your own soul? What power lies in the keeping of knowledge? How do we know when to share, and when to keep silent?