Elizabeth Spring's Blog, page 8
November 6, 2013
Lifting the Veil: Becoming Your Own Astrologer: The Astrology Reading~Fate, Free Will, and Choices...
Lifting the Veil: Becoming Your Own Astrologer: The Astrology Reading~Fate, Free Will, and Choices...: The psychologist, Carl Jung said that we can endure the unendurable (!) and that we are often wise to wait and hold the tension ...
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Excerpt from book: "North Node Astrology; Rediscovering Your Life Direction and Soul Purpose"
This is the last page of "North Node Astrology" and even though it doesn't relate to the Nodes themselves, it seems to express a mood of this time of life and this time we all live in together. Perhaps this is what the healing medicine of the North Node can do....
Following the threadsof chosen words,
One crafts a story
as one crafts a life--
Following the threads
of small acts of choice
and courage—
Raveling and unraveling
the particulars of a life
Following the story-line home.
Catching hold of a purple thread of sorrow--
a yellow line of joy—
I needle through the cloth,
buttoning together the places of the heart
that must be bound.
Knarlly and knotted; piecing and stringing
this tapestry together by such fragile threads--
I hide the back-side from view.
‘Such a beautiful piece’ they say—
‘Strung together
by such rich, colorful threads’.
Yet I know how I suffered the broken threads--
The illusions, false engagements, subtle betrayals—
So much paradox and possibility;
At times, the fabric barely held.
For far too long--
I’d look at the torn places
And tried to sew
through button-eyes—
Un-knotted—
They released themselves--
As I sought to make connections
That were not mine to make.
But now the needle moves rhythmically
through the holy quartet
of a single button—
I see how the parts relate—
How the singular threads
Need to be knotted and interwoven—
Buttoned with the belief
That there are meaningful patterns
In this life of fifty-eight years…
The stitches are beginning to hold;
the torn places are mending.
Slowly and persistently
the heart still cries out—
And what needs to become attached,
Attaches--
And what needs to become detached,
Detaches--
And nothing gets thrown away…
As I’ve become a keeper of buttons. (c) Elizabeth Spring
