Spring\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Seed Moon<\/p>\n
As the pace of physical activity picks up, I find my melancholy of a couple of weeks ago beginning to subside.\u00a0 It triggered a yearning for a return to full time writing and an investigation into agency and its role in my regression, so it gave me a valuable perspective, one I had lost.<\/p>\n
James Hillman says we meet the gods in our pathologies.\u00a0 Hermes has guided me into the psyche of my past and then, Ariadne-like, also led me back to the present.\u00a0 Now Brigid inspires me–the garden, the writing.\u00a0 She is my domestic goddess (and not competitive at all with the fleshly one in my Kate).<\/p>\n
I’ll light a candle for her at Beltane, not long from now, and dance around an ash, one that grows tall in our vegetable garden.\u00a0 When the work moves within me and I follow its rhythm, it is Brigid who holds my hand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Spring\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Seed Moon As the pace of physical activity picks up, I find my melancholy of a couple of weeks ago beginning to subside.\u00a0 It triggered a yearning for a return to full time writing and an investigation into agency and its role in my regression, so it gave me a valuable perspective, one … Continue reading Hermes, the Psychopomp<\/span>