“You are a chess piece for the Gods” an astrologer told me, years ago. “Like the Star card in the Tarot, channeling the mystery into form,” he said.
He didn’t know that I already knew. I am.
So very quietly, I am.
“You must receive massive downloads all the time.” he said.
“Your Life must be like a constant harmonious explosion.”
And sometimes, between the explosions there is a quieting. There is beauty and regeneration.
Between in and out breath, a pause.
Between creation and dissolution, a pause.
I’m here. I’m listening.
Closing a gorgeous day of solitude, in nature, with fire and wind and color. Drawing after many seasons.
Musings from the bardo…