The Underrated Magic of Integration
Art by Del Kathryn Barton
After any torrid passage, on earth or in the stars, there is a yawning need for rest. Time to tend and digest all that has gone on. Space to muse on what has moved or been shaken beyond beyond former recognition. Room to wonder where and why as we align to a fresh bearing. Its good value won't wait for the dust to settle or the to do list to get done first.
March has seen more than just a change of season and the equinox tipping point. A new zodiac year has birthed itself. Our skygods have clashed and clamoured on repeat. Planetary heavy hitters Saturn and Pluto both changed signs crossing the border in and out of Aquaria and its fresh epoch. All our personal planets moved house too. The stars have shaken and stirred us relentlessly, flipping the table each time we reset it and frequently knocking us flat.
The evolutionary fatigue is palpable. It's been years now of uncertainty and power games and redirection. None of us are anywhere near where we started, by design. What opens up next are the myriad passageways to the new world we are all begetting. But first and again, we must find our feet.
Integration is a vastly underrated magic. In burning times of hustle, haste and panic it offers revolutionary good medicine. Its salve is a sense maker that lets the pieces fall where they may and then makes them comfortable. It knows intrinsically that rupture craves repair, vision needs to be grounded and nothing solves more than sleep. Integration creeps deliciously under your skin, delivering deeper levels of understanding the more you let it unfurl within.
In a world that will not let you rest, whose imperatives play hard to get and even tougher to love, you are the only one who can choose to make it a priority. Who can fall gratefully into its everloving arms and craft uncommon sense from its yawning space. Sunday is a great place to start.
A field that has rested gives a bountiful crop
~ Ovid
Integration Sessions for when life stops making sense : cards, counsel and clarity conjured. Book a seat at my table here, darklings.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2023