Fall Samhain Moon
You seem to be sinking into melancholy again. No, I’m not. Yes. You are.
Oh. Well. October is often gray as my consciousness begins to mirror the sky. It is in my way to miss the dimming of the lights arrival and not notice when it leaves. Kate reminds me. Then I feel heavy as if weights descended within from head to foot, slowly, taking attention and vitality with them as they slip down.
“Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to visit you again” has always seemed so apt. There is that strange feeling of comfort, of familiarity, as the mind’s interior collects, becomes heavier. It is, almost always, a prelude to a period of heightened creativity, but there is the tunnel, sometimes long, sometimes short, that must be negotiated first.
That manhole cover is off and I’ve begun climbing down the ladder into the labyrinth. I’ll need an Ariadne sometime soon.
