If I should pinpoint the
time it began, when that thick blanket of fog and ensuing exhaustion and
lethargy descended over my life, I would say it was last October. I
remember because October is usually my absolute favourite time of year, with
its’ earthy witchy-ness, changing colours and crunchy leaves it’s the perfect
time of year for my inner Celtic pagan goddess and usually a time of great
peace for me, but this year, there were no carved pumpkin candle lanterns
burning brightly outside my door and all I really recall of the Autumn is the
notion of being forced unwillingly into a cosmic boot camp of relentless
energies fired by two eclipses and a multitude of powerful solar flares fully
intent on illuminating all and any still stuck fragments of the ancient
core wounding I have carried with me for eons & eons, and demanding
that it all be brought up for understanding, forgiveness and release.
