When the sun starts sinking on the horizon and the first stars of night slowly begin to emerge, there are whispers outside my writing window that call me out to play. The evening primroses in their buttery yellow splendour open up and fill the air with fragrant beauty.

Did you know that some flowers only open at night?

I’d almost forgotten until these mysterious evening primroses began to charm me with their magic. Like elusive little creatures, they spread their petals to greet the dark starry sky, coming out to dance in the moonlight. They take me by surprise every time, because I keep forgetting that they are there, until I see them when I’m take my evening tea and watch the last light of day fade away.

The nights have been alive with an enigmatic sense of sacredness lately. I feel the unseen world creeping mischievously, lurking in the shadows, stringing together charms from the moonlight and writing spirit poems amongst the stars. A few nights ago, for the first time in years, I saw an owl. It flew right over us while we were enjoying a lovely supper outdoors at a friend’ place. It felt so special, this feathered symbol of wisdom and Divine feminine intuition gracing me with its presence. And then yesterday evening, I discovered a little friend in my bedroom – a frog. He too brings special messages, ones of transition, transformation and cleansing.

So, I’m left with the feeling that something is happening behind the scenes, though I don’t fully understand what as yet. I’ll thus do what I’ve learning to do best in recent times. I will remain open to what is coming my way and until then I will surrender, trust and flow with the grace of Goddess.