Day 2160 – Day 2166
I wrote a thousand-word essay for today but I’m keeping it for myself and won’t post it. When I feel something deeply, I am not inclined to talk about it. While I may have fallen for the beautiful boy, I am not Ovid’s creation. I will not be his Echo.
Right now, the ground beneath our feet is broken and so to reveal my heart would be perilous. Things could spill out and fall through the cracks in the mantle of this world; parts of me might be swallowed by the earth and lost forever. Or, he could swoop in, the seductive Trickster, and fly off with parts of me, never to be seen again; a kind of carrion that feeds his magic, without reverence for the Feminine.
I’ve got the heel of my soul stuck in a crack in the pavement. So, I walk in circles. There is a spiritual harmony to circles and a rhythm that draws me inward on a spiral path. I am descending into the unconscious, a land of images and symbols. Listen to the drum and travel with the sacred bear to find the gift that will bring freedom.
Words are useless here. And yet, I owe a story.
I’m grateful for the land of symbol that cannot be captured. I appreciate my readers who have borne witness to this journey. I am thankful that I can trust you to keep the light on, upstairs, as I venture into the cellar of my psyche to rescue what needs rescuing and to discard what is no longer needed.
I will return, as Persephone, bearing blossoms.