Slipping in right at the end of September with my flower bowl. After writing weekly all summer, I find myself with low creative energy. I feel good in so many ways; I’m contented, notice beauty around me, feel soooo ready to let go of old patterns of living. Yet my addictions rage on, clearly prepared to put up a fight. I know I have to be patient through change; its highs and lows, agonies and ecstasies. I am about to sit in ceremony with the Queen of Death, whose job it is to guide me down, down, down to the underworld of my own shadow. It is through sitting in shadow that I know I will find ecstasy, for to sit with shadow is to show compassion towards the darkest parts of self. There is a deep part of me that dreads this process. Another part is expanding and making space for light.
Diana Ray/April Aronoff