Tea With Me: 21st November, 2020 Saturday
Well, Dream Kite’s Tale flew low enough for me to latch and fly to scenes for which I have no context.
Walking by a gathering of First Peoples in a glade. I tread through brush of blue budded stalks along a light dappled path fenced off from them. They cease their talk and watch me pass and then…
Some journey to my sister and my mother and a lake that stretched for miles. I cannot pull the rest.
And then some hair salon, a collection of us visit in the middle of some dusty windswept land. The Owner is a friendly soul, so glad to have our company. She points to a window open just a crack and tells us we stopped the black smoke from coming in.
Husband and I have been together 19 years this Christmas Eve. We are Yin and Yang so clearly. He, Ground and me, Sea. My storms come and want to breach his shores and flow beyond. In my roaring surge, I forget that on beyond him is just land I may succeed in drenching for a bit but recede I will as its too shallow up beyond his Shore for my deep Sea’s wanted ebb and flow.
Last night, as I lay awake in the dark listening to all the breathing lungs in our room, I felt my Heart embrace its Truth. The One of Us is in the Shore where Ground meets Sea. Defining Us is the edging of our difference.
So about the Chart. It’s a language like any other. The symbols are its alphabet. Their placement on the dial, its syntax. I have learned its language over 20 years. I will get bored and walk away and then kaboom, the World or me has crisis and I will dial a Chart. And find the message of the Boom smack with in it clear as day.
Shit, ya, I am dialing charts these days. The Boom is deafening, is it not.
There is a “K” like symbol in the chart with a circle at its base. It is the symbol for an asteroid named for Chiron, in Greek Mythology, he was the Wounded Healer. A centaur, and immortal, he was a skilled in medicinal arts. By accident, Hercules hits him with a poisoned arrow in his thigh. As he cannot die, and as the poison is also immortal, he has forever a wound causing him extreme pain which will not heal. Despite his wound, he keeps tending to those who need his healing skills and because of it, his compassion for those in need grew.
We all have wounds. Wounds, those things that come to darken all the Light we bring by borning. Those wounds which we ride to everything we do are the keys to growing more. And then one day for some of us, we can ride that Wound no more without looking straight fucking at it. Its the Dark we carry all that time denying it is there. Until we reckon wrassle through that dark, we cannot truly bring the best of all the Light we are. We either choose the Wrassle into Light, or we retreat into the Wounded Dark.
But here is the Thing, The Wrassled Light contains the Wounded Dark. We never lose those places which have defined how we have journeyed. And who we are requires that we reckon with our Dark. Those of Us who never do go round and round and never find their Light. They spread it all around themselves in avoidance of the battle tween their Light and Dark. Those of Us who cannot other than choose the Battle, know in that Battle is our point, it is the reason we have come. We know the Light we carry after all of Battle is for all of Us the same.
In this Chart, I saw today how Chiron begs US Reckon with our Wounds. The Chart is all about what is and what is possible and what is challenge, where the needed Reckon, Battle, might occur should we choose.
We all know what the Battle is now, it is as clear as day. Blatant Racism, embedded in the roots of our enslaved, has risen in rage filled crowds on both sides of that divide. Our differing beliefs in Truth and where to look for source in the Towers of Social Media Babble make foundation for agreement damn near crumbled. And the list goes on. All our Wounds have erupted all at once. The Virus and The Tantrum are The Squeeze for all our suppurations we have carried in Our Dark.
They have been with us all along, these uglies we deny, and like that Arrow’s Wound, we were meant to reckon with it all to find that hard won Light.
And we have not Reckoned.
We are the Fabric, all of Us. Here in these United and around the Globe. This Virus is demanding we Reckon or…
We may well be Done.
It’s possible We are Strong enough to Reckon We are, after all, meant to find the Light.
I’m done for now.
Tea was Black and Creamed…
Wear the Mask.
Ta.
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