To begin to pull myself back I find solace in e.e. Cummings poems, chai, ritual, the goddess, the god, demons, and darkness.
We all have our way through dark nights of the soul.
We should all honor each others paths through the bleakness.
Always when transformation occurs, there is the pain of change which inevitably brings loss. There is the fear, as well, the fear of stepping our of comfort and into uncertainty.
Who are we, if we are not the definition of ourselves others have come to rely upon? Who are we, when everything about us no longer makes sense?
This is the path that the Three of Wands encourages us to follow:
(artwork by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law)
It is the call to action in the Eight of Scepters
(Artwork: Ian Daniels)
Adventure, change seduces us. We become so lost, so angry, so unsure, that we push ourselves into growth, and irrevocable adventure.
This is metamorphosis. We all experience it. How brave of us when we do not resist, and when we allow ourselves to become something new, bolder, more beautiful, more wise from the pain of the journey.
May we all grow in 2014, may we all find our way through the rabbit hole. And honor the rabbit hole for granting us rebirth.
xoxo
