Following the Moon: Dream a Little Dream

In the Dream, Drozda, 1999, Acrylic/canvas, 72x72"

It’s the Balsamic phase now until Saturday, November 6 at around midnight …time for things dying and time for deep dreaming. What  would you like to have come into your Art/Life over the coming 7 weeks?  We’re at the midpoint between Fall Equinox and Winter Solstice (December 22). It’s time to dive deep and really begin to connect to the opportunity that’s present during the annual visit to the mythic underworld. A short excerpt from The Garden of Proserpine leads us in …

There go the loves that wither,
The old loves with wearier wings;
And all dead years draw thither,
And all disastrous things;
Dead dreams of days forsaken,
Blind buds that snows have shaken,
Wild leaves that winds have taken,
Red strays of ruined springs.
…
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
(Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837-1909, The Garden of Proserpine).

River to Sea, Drozda, 2009

Last week you allowed space for your review back to April. Then, like a pendulum you moved forward through the weeks ahead. You became consciously current with the projects in your brilliant Art/Life, gaining a deeper more grounded identity to radiate out into the world through your work.

 Turn inward.

All through November you can temper your thoughts about  your Art/Life. Sink down into your roots. You can begin now to make deep changes in the way that you react and/or respond to negative situations.  Go deeper in. Make room in your heart. During this Balsamic phase and into the New Introspection/Strength moon cycle (that begins on Saturday, November 6) dream and then create a vision of what your heart holds for your Art/Life.

 Journey into the Underworld where the primitive, wildish, roving, chocked full, mysterious and mystical you breaks out of her convention to create a splendid strength from within.

Dismal Swamp Cypress, Drozda 2010

I light a candle on the mantel at dusk at this time of year. The soft glow reminds me to honor the darker, quieter hours ahead. I read more and write in my journal and draw, not to make something, rather to simply allow my hand(s) to lead me where they will. I walk outdoors into the night garden and listen to the wind. I shiver and start…is that a fox or a phantom?

In The Circle of Nine by Cherry Gilchrist she writes in the chapter titled The Queen of the Night:

When women are in touch with this instinctive level of life, they may have deep insights into current situations. Jung remarked that when his mother spoke from this part of her nature she could be unnervingly accurate…

Night has its own kind of vision, as if daylight can blind one to certain truths that can only be perceived in the night. Revelations may come in the night, when the mind has shed its normal clutter of reasons and viewpoints…It is perhaps this night vision that makes women much more able than men to assess a situation, particularly an emotional one.

As you step across the threshold into the deepening of the night, may your creative instincts rustle and stir. May your introspective urging lead you on. And in the dusk may you feel an affinity with others who can see in the dark…bats and owls and cats and fox and who else…may lead you on?

Fly free into the dark O’ Creative Queen of the Night

See you next Monday/The Moon’s Day

Iona

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