Lately I've been feeling the energy of the Tarot card the Hanged One, major Arcana number XII, corresponding to the Easter cross as well as the Grand Cross that is aligning in the celestial realm. My dear friend, Shyla Nelson, of One Earth. One Voice. has asked, Is the Earth Herself being crucified? Indeed that which we deny or repress in ourselves is likely to be projected outward onto others and even onto the Earth. We often live and work at cross-purposes with our inner promptings, social conditioning seems to be at loggerheads with true spiritual teachings and the double speak of corporate politics has reached a fevered pitch of nonsensical ranting.
Dog, cat, human
Swept out through the wide open door Like the drain plug has been pulled on winter Out onto the deck Wooden boards finally exposed to the sun Gathering warmth like a hearth Perched on the railing On a cushion my mother's mother crocheted Melting like a Salvador Dali clock Into the timeless now Every tension drawn down into Earth Every doubt streaming up into Sky I am the wind and wings Passing over my head Flapping by in a chase I am the branch Falling from the tree Knocking off snow and ice “I should get back to work” Is a funny joke I almost told myself This is the hardest work To trust, to be free, to wait and listen To be willing to live the truth as I learn it every day Back indoors with the open window at my side Dark as a cave, a tomb, at first Dog at my feet, inbox full of miracles I am not afraid I am not a captive The door is always open! The Son of Ostara
appears on the Easter Cross now at Equinox, Crossroad of Time sap rising beginning as the sugar snow falls on the cusp between winter and spring Jesus, the vertical, the yang descended from Heaven down into human incarnation down into the depths of the Earth the tomb and womb of transformation and ascended once more Mary the Magdalene, the horizontal, yin student and teacher and priestess chose the road from the cross to the tomb and beyond, continuing on the new path when the others had turned away now she comes around to us again - will we hear her this time? The Celtic cross has equal arms reaching the same distance to all points from the center on the turning Wheel of the Year Norse Yul chakra Wheels of Light Wiccan Wheel of Correspondences Druid Wheel of Life, Death and Rebirth The World Tree of Odin's education, the runes that cost him an eye in return for inner vision, Yggdrasil held him while he journeyed - what have we done with his holy gift, the Word? The center of the Christian cross is heart height on the human body our existence here in Middle Earth arms branching out to embrace the world in compassion, nurturing, creativity and healing I look out my window now as I have many times today and suddenly see a young birch, slender and straight Beith, Celtic symbol of rebirth, spring and renewal crossed by a broken branch dark underneath and covered with snow black, white and silver a perfect perpendicular in the proportions of the cross of Christ It was Mary of Magdala who remained to witness She who is the Mother of Christianity Mother of us all Mother of this age She who opened her heart and her mind When the brothers had turned away She who was called by name and who spoke the truth who offers her embrace to us still on Earth at the tipping point we who stand now at the crossroad again All paths meet in the center in the sacred still space of prayer, practice, ritual, meditation, question, inspiration, intuition, ecstasy, initiation the darkness between past and future the moment between above and below the pause between my way and your way we are here together let the healing begin Another of the birthing holidays that begin with Samhain, the darkness before the light of spirit renewal is conceived, and continue to Yule or Winter Solstice, the first spark of that light, coming to Imbolc, the initiation of that which is coming to power in this new year, and on to Ostara or Spring Equinox, when the new life of the Earth is evident, rewarding us for our faith and patience through the long winter.
We're half-way there, especially here in the North Country, still firmly in the embrace of Isa, |