Eno calls this process “composting” …. “…so many processings and reprocessings – it’s a bit like making soup from the leftovers of the day before, which in turn was made from leftovers…” 3 , “some earlier pieces I worked on became digested by later ones, which in turn became digested again. The technique is like composting: converting what would otherwise have been waste into nourishment” 4.
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Len:
Although we never mention the Thane’s name, nor for that matter, his spouse without spitting to the four corners while spinning counter-clockwise, they have not doomed me with a mighty pall, nor have I been dous’d with the s’plood of grief.
As a matter of fact, I feel I am through with grieving — grieving for the lost child that was me — the Inner Child as Eric so adroitly addressed in my Innerscope for August–so much so that whatever lifelong reticence I’ve had to be fully me in the presence of others–with or without permission–that reticence is going going gone.
I am not sure whether or not I am ahead of myself in the eclipse energy, but I do feel the urgency of today and not the fear of tomorrow. At least for now. This feeling, imbedded in the fifth chakra, is a walking meditation.
By the way, I do have a hard-on for pentameter.
Now, off to a water meditation, in a white bath (cauldron) with candles and prayers while the play I’ve been consulting on premieres tonight. I will be a witch with the other two wise witches at the Prologue of the Unmentionable Play. Think ofst.
Prayers,
F.
I think sometimes having the freedom to give voice to those darker thoughts is what helps us emerge from them. We live in a world where we are more often than not expected to be positive, action oriented and of you are a gal ‘perky’ in order to be accepted into the group/tribe. Whether it is the actual force of the eclipse or some synergistic symbolism that resonates with my own life issues is ultimately unimportant to me. The synchronicity of Eric’s little post was, for me, a wonderful moment of ‘street therapy’. I think for those who are introverted (in the classic psychological sense) having an external object or event that acts as kind of mirror/organising force helps the process of emerging awareness along – as long as it is worked with consciously. So… having come up for air for a bit, I’m now going to get out of my head and dive back into the watery depths ‘cos I haven’t quite finished my swim yet. See y’all on the other side.
Fe, Starry, .t16, vic (but especially Fe) –
Reading your postings has opened my heart and i mean nothing but compassion, but how is it that all this makes me feel that we are not on the present cross quarter but three months hence? i know the name Macbeth is not is a name to be uttered in a theatre and i almost feel like i’m making the same transgression here, but… What missive doth Hermes carry that augurs such when the Moon has yet to bend three times more? What nourishment proffered by Venus to provoke a muted feast? Does Ceres not still reside content on this day? i beseech thee, emerge for the moment that will flee soon enough.
-Len Wallick
I’ve been looking at my hands lately–not that they hurt or need attention. Just looking at my hands and the skin over my body as the “sack” carrying me. And that “sack” doesn’t carry organs, but energy.
My friend’s mother died over a week ago. She noted how frail and empty the shell of her body looks after her soul left it. It was reminder of who I really was, a spirit in flesh, that conversely compelled me to appreciate and take care of the vessel my life force is in.
This approaching Aquarius/Leo eclipse is reminding me and my 12th house Aquarian Sun/Pluto in Leo of taking death and transmuting it into life. How fleeting and precious this is.
I am ‘composting’ at a very fast rate this week……. and, umm, looking forward to the nutrient rich soil that appears at the bottom of the barrel soon.
Oh how funny! I have been so introspective this week; tearful, moody, sleepless, critical of myself and others, seeing weird specters from my childhood that I thought I’d made peace with ages ago and craving simply to be left alone to let the new moon and eclipse do their thing. Going out into the world (been forced out a couple of times on business) has been like running a cheese grater over my skin. For a variety of reasons I needed to review some of what is now a huge body of my journalistic work this morning and I had been sitting here thinking rather sadly to myself that much of it is still so relevant – but what do I do with it all? Can I ethically recycle it? Does that mean I’ve got nothing new to say? Would anybody notice? Would anybody care? I read this and it put a smile on my face for the first time in days. Thanks, Eric, for lighting a candle and for the reminder about this aspect of the creative process which applies not just to work but to the totality of our lives. Life compels us to compost, to take the best from the past and use it to nurture the future.
So apropos of me in the cave, hiding from the Full Moon and waiting for Eclipse to pass, enjoying myself and going into myself….all the mysteries of this eclipse season are starting to be “illuminating” before me and I can very easily relate to Eno’s vibe….THANK YOU ERIC. Aloha from a dark corner of Maui~