Brief Respite

Art: Girl from Ampurdam by Dali (1926)

There is a palpable easing in the air and the ebbing is balm indeed. The dark arts supertroop marched us right to the edge, bless 'em, and despite all the wobbling we were not lost.

Transformation, the goring death and laboured rebirth, is a messy business. And in the thick of it, as we be now and for months to come, still nothing is fixed. This rolling transition has many faces yet unseen and greater depths to terrify and dazzle us.

The respite will only be brief, a whispered calm too easily shouted down with a significantly Scorp full moon on the rise this weekend. As though there is any other kind. Our players are taking the stage, their presence unable to be ignored. Each hankering for change, tickling our underbellies and more than nudging our shadows. Resistance is such a bloody waste of time when the imperative is so relentless.

Instead peer long into the landscapes now emerging without needing to know where you might fit into them. Keep possibility open and doubt at bay. Bravely stare into your beautiful abyss and notice how the light still tickles the edges. Patience may be a virtue and courage is the order of these days but it is grace that will hold you in her palm if you let her.

And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you
~ Frederick Nietsche

Words c. Kerrie Basha, 2018