Don’t Leap Now
Photography by Josh Kingham
In the place just before transition, when emergence beckons and you can hear the call of the next horizon flickering beyond the threshold, the temptation is to leap. To bolt towards what comes next, trading the present for the future in a whirling swirling haste.
The drag and pull of the far end of the zodiac is not an easy current to cross. Its depths call to yours, its shadows breaching like whales across the glassy surface of life above the waterworld. Its tides threaten to pull you under as they inexorably drag you towards their falls, knowing you must tumble over disoriented to reach the new shore.
Anaretica, thy name is transformation. The last stop at the station that magnifies and elucidates in uneasy measure. Holding us in a ratcheting tension that can only be released by a shift. In thought, in word, in deed; just as it is written by the stars.
Our psychopomp has already made the crossing, stomping a winged heel over the border and suggesting we tell it like it is as a mischevious grin curls his lip. The dark lord is perched to end his tenure unravelling the old world with chaotic abandon, a satisfying trail of old world destruction in his wake. The sun king waits patiently for his turn of season, yet flaring and forcing our hearts to roar.
In the cauldron space of this month's deep dark moon, a fresh flint will spark in your belly. Friendly fire will lick at your own heels, charging your passion and desire for change. But none of it arrives if you will not swim the changing tides or refuse to stare deep into your reflection from the surface.
Meet your own gaze. Whirl and dive with your own shadows. Wonder what lives in the bubbles before they pop and disappear. Remember when your lungs were gills, your dreams were hope unfettered and the quietest voice inside of you called the shots.
We are all bodies of water, guarding the mystery of our depths, but some of us have more to guard than others.
~ Deborah Smith
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2023