The Morrigan is change in all its forms. She is change swift as lightning and disorienting as thunder. She is change that draws blood and sweat and tears. She is the sweeping scythe of change that severs the wheat from its stalk and yet She is also the slow, steady millstone of change which grinds that wheat into flour. The Morrigan’s change is not always the cataclysmic storm; sometimes it is the gently falling rain which, over time, will weather what even the tempest could not touch.
I think I misunderstood the Morrigan’s lesson for me. She revealed to me the tower of my subjugation, that mighty thing built of sorrow and fear, but She would not use Her power to bring it down. I thought this meant I must tear it down myself brick by brick, that Her lesson for me was that only through violent destruction of my cage could I earn my freedom. Yet one day as I clawed at the mortar with weary, bloody fingers a raven passed overhead, a black silhouette against the bright sky, and I suddenly wondered, What if I don’t tear the tower down at all? What if I just… walk away?
Sometimes the Morrigan’s change is a wrecking ball. Sometimes Her change is slow, hard labor. And sometimes Her change is choosing to leave something behind. Time will wear this tower down all on its own. Rain will soften its stones; lichen will grow in the mortar’s cracks. Flowers and grasses will take root and, seeking the sun, will break apart what is no longer strong. If I return, all that will remain is a ruin slowly crumbling back into the earth, and ruins hold no power over the present.
This… speaks very strongly to me. I’m still determining what Her lesson(s) are for me, aside from standing my ground and reclaiming myself as one of Her warriors.
I’m so glad! I’m still new in following Her and it’s honestly just so wonderful. She has this overflowing love that always inspires me.
The Morrigan decided about two years or so ago to tap me and let me know that She’s been waiting, but I’ve always been Hers, one of Her warriors. And since that time, a LOT has changed in my life. But never, ever have I had Her give me any semblance of cruel or “dark”. Tough love, maybe. But She has been supportive and loving, providing as much guidance as She can without fully directing me, and working alongside the others in my personal Pantheon.