The deeper that we go into the dark, the less that I have to say — not an easy admission for a woman whose Ascendent is in Gemini and who makes her living writing prose for pay. But I’m busy, based upon one of the most important Tarot readings of my life, dancing in my dreams with the Woodwose. I know that I’m hitting close to home because, last night, I had another dream about swimming in murky waters which is how my Shadows, bless their hearts, say: “Step back, bitch. You’re getting too close for our comfort.” Dear Shadows, not on your best day. We’re both going to be glad (wounded, we’re both going to be wounded, but glad, we’re both, also, going to be very, very glad) that I persisted in this effort. Come on, baby, the laugh’s on me. Can’t start a fire, worrying about your little world falling apart.
So I feel as if, like Mary Oliver in Little Summer Poem, who fails every Summer as a witness, I’m failing my readers.
In just a few days, the growing dark is going to yield to the returning light and I’ll come, slowly, out of my warm and scary cocoon of shadows and dreams. How are you spending these perfect, dark hours?