Transformation
Hellooo winter…
this season holds SO much in the way of marking the end of and the start of a year, the fold over of time. Here, we mark the transition from the old to the new, something that is literally always happening.
Yet when we take the time to revel in that transformation, we find the aspects of celebration easeful and knocking at our window panes.
In the processes of alchemy, things are forever transforming into the next. They are forever being created, recreated, and sculpted into the next new.
In order for the new to come in, the old must pass from existence.
Death permeates the time of winter that January deeply embodies. The holy-days are all over, the weather (at least in the northern hemispheres) is COLD and snowy, filled with stasis and ice, the chill of bleak grey days and the inward gaze of deep womb time. Here, we remember what it is to die our little deaths, and we watch ourselves steep in the deep warm womb nests and transform. A chrysalis. A cocoon. A cauldron for creation.
image by Chris Nightengale, editing by Gaea
Transformation takes time.
The big transformations take multitudes of time signatures to truly coalesce.
image by Chris Nightengale, editing by Gaea
We recognize these transformations with markers, like the moons, the seasons, birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, and beginnings or endings (like death or the close of a chapter.)
So, let this winter be one of recognizing where you’ve been, witnessing where you’re at, and eagle-eyeing that future in the foreground. May this be a season of deep TRANSFORMATION for you, inside and out.
xoxo
gaea
