| Volume I No. 1 October 7, 2004 |
| " . . . tend to faith as you tend to your plants." -Seth |
| Equinox: Waiting On Wisdom Having just celebrated the Autumn Equinox on September 22 -- I continue to feel in my body and soul the simultaneous approach of my own autumn equinox. An equinox is that giddy time when the day and night are exactly equal, as the earth circles the sun on its tilted axis, and the wheel of the year proceeds through its inevitable seasons. For some reason, in western culture, all the world seems to mark and celebrate the solstices of Yule and Midsummer-Litha, but not the equinoxes. And for many of us, finding ourselves precisely in the center, on balance, resting in the waning of the year, is a surprise and comes with less certainty about how to act. - continued below |
| Equinox: Waiting On Wisdom continued My own equinox has me poised between my mother and crone goddess aspects. As Pat Humphries puts it in her powerful song, "I am balanced at the brink of wisdom, I'm impatient to receive a sign. I move forward with my senses open . . . I am swimming to the other side. Today I thought about what it means to be a crone, a wise one who rests comfortably in her ability to move her hand over a lifetime's accumulated bibelots and pearls, and select which gift may help others by its sharing. Those treasures gained lustre and value with the passage of time that my youth consumed. Back then I could barely use them, let alone wisely, but at equinox the balance is shifting. Resting overtakes us from time to time, whether those times are the passing of nights, or seasons, or lives. We know the tarot Death card to be a harbinger of change, not of destruction. Would that all change could be as gentle as the turning of summer to fall. But comfort may come from knowing our own divine nature, embracing what we knew all along, but perhaps forgot. Ever droll, on one occasion Seth (as channeled by Jane Roberts) exclaimed, "You do not have a soul, you are a soul!" There is the equinox again -- having poised on the one side, being on the other. The first half of my life I knew I had a soul and wandered everywhere I could find, looking for its maker. Exhausted by my own efforts, I finally wound down, waiting, in spite of myself. Now in my second half, I find peace in finally realizing there is no difference: I am spirit, and spirit cannot be separate. My inner senses are indeed open because now I know they are all that I need for learning, loving and giving. At this turn of the wheel I find quiet joy, peace, contentment.The waiting has been worth it. --Sekhmet lives and writes in South Carolina, and is the founder of Osireion.com. She is a lifelong seeker and mystic, wiccan in practice, with years of study in creative consciousness. For more information, write sekhmet@osireion.com. |
| We Made It - Osireion.com goes live ! Osireion has been working since July on a new web presence with services, resources, nurturing and inspiration for integrating your spiritual path into daily life. Thanks to each of you who took time to give us input a while back, and thanks for inviting us to send you the new Palimpsest by email. Founding partners Sekhmet and Teyboti pursue their Osireion passion when not at their "real"; jobs, so Osireion will be an ongoing process. We hope you will bookmark the site and visit often - we will do our best to make it worth your while. You can help us by sharing Palimpsest with others. Receiving it is opt-in only, except here at the beginning when we are starting by sharing with friends who we think may have an interest. If we send you a Palimpsest by mistake, please click on the link below and just type "Unsubscribe" in the subject line. Enjoy Sekhmet's article at the right, which was also published in the October-November issue of AveNews in South Carolina. And if you have ideas or suggestions for the Palimpsest or Osireion, we're listening Oh, what is a palimpsest? In times gone by, parchment was too precious to toss in the circular file as we do our writing paper today. Sheepskin is, after all, quite durable. Many manuscripts which made it to modern times show that beneath the writing, there are faint images of previous text which has been scraped away. We like the sense of mystery, mystery being a hallmark of the spiritual path, and we liked the idea of there being layers of meaning to explore each time we return to something we thought we already knew. |
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