A host of golden daffodils can only mean one thing - oh yes - it's Spring Equinox. Being spring the weather does not know what to do with itself. One minute the sun is shining and the skies are blue. The next it's as if the lights have gone out, thunderous dark clouds pass over head and rain, hail and ice descend from above. In between rainbows appear with their own brand of uplifting magic. Suffice to say it's very mixed weather.
Life has been intense, full, turbulent of late. Hence the distinct lack of blogs.
Too much going on all over the shop. I feel like the characters in The Incredibles with immensely extendable limbs that stretch off into the distance.
What has shown up are the archetypes. I am trying to get my head around the directions, the elements and the archetypes. When forces are internally and externally conflictual and flipping and divisive it is time to pay attention to what wants to be heard. This is old and ancestral.
Fire and Water as polarities can come together. But if not done with care the fizz, bang, pop and cracking can get fierce. Not a place to hang-out in for too long.
It's time to move my body, reconnect and remember.
It's time to light a fire and be by water and learn.
