The Lure of Danger

Image: Queen Livvy as Sandra Dee all powered up in Grease. Not spooked.

That thing. Dangerous, they cry.

That doing something different and strange and right like it hasn't been before. Versus everything you think you know up until now.

Doing it anyway.

Your future a greater lure than your past. That felt sense of your evolution baby versus the unanticipated discomfort of what was once right being suddenly wrong. All at once.

Get used to it, darkling. Maybe your middle name is danger, after all. Maybe exhilarated could be your new resting face.

Chiron is grinning at us right now, a rare diversion from his weeping. He knows that the start and finish line are always the same place and he's perched upon it. While we all have our cyclical lightbulbs suddenly switch on as the gods nod sagely and unsurprised, we're still trying to find our balance with the new weight of wisdom. And I won't be doing that again weighs a ton.

Fortunately the rising supermoon - as though she ever isn't - and our sun king diving into Piscean depths will tip us to right. Her blazing gaze will deliver our uncertain terms. His newfound kinasthesia shouts just as loud. The intensity providing the perfect foil to our clanging realisations.

Our new motion has actually begun already. You know this. It is just a matter of finding your rhythm. The old ways will jangle you. Alignment with your next iteration will feel smooth and easy. And we will each and all be bouncing somewhere between for a good few months yet.

There is no break on the near horizon. For the next month most weeks deliver a seismic shift. It could be blindsiding or embraced or anywhere in between. This is an unlikely gift that delivers us the power to carve our own path.

Right from the start, the gods gave us a choice to make things interesting. Time to pick what comes next.



Words c. Kerrie Basha, 2019