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The Full Flower Moon in Scorpio is at hand! Are you feeling it? Can you allow yourself to jump in, sink or swim into the long, rich, deep of this moment?
The air is crackling with the alchemy of this full moon feast as spring comes into their full on frenzy of new life here in North of North Wisco.
Read more about the astrology of this threshold through the brilliant aperture of Dr. Mindy Nettifee in her latest Substack post The River of What’s Happening Now.
Within you there are Queendoms of places, countries with strange, ephemeral borders, populated by the wild & wooliest characters and possibly scented with the tang of full goat. Maybe you have met them, I sure hope so!
Within you is a wild twin, she is young and fierce, she is wily and has good trouble on offer. Take her hand, journey into this unknown together!
Enjoy this retelling of a Norwegian classic, Tatterhood…and the bonus poem below from poetess, Caroline Mellor.
Yours in the ongoing,
Tracy
The Wild Twin
Caroline Mellor
At the turning of autumn to winterI walk the roads of mist and starlightin the tall shadowswhere the oaks have not yet shed their last russet leaves
The wild twin lurksin the rattling hedgerowseyes bright and mischievous,chin dripping with berries
And once she finds me,she’s everywhere —
In the rustling of leaves as they fall from the branchesand settle like boats on the still-mirrored puddlesShe is the pale grey sky and the black crows smudged across it,the eventide hush and the dark, holy night
She is the song of the forest as it sinks into slumber,the earth-churning worms as they moil in the soiland the underground webs of mysterious funghiand the speak of the trees through the underground webs
She is the dark, quiet figure where three roads convergeand the breath of the embers in still, dying lightand she has things to tell me, if only I’d listen —she would take my hand and carry meaway into the mysteries,into the night
Author’s note: the concept of the wild twin is borrowed from Martin Shaw’s wonderful book on the subject, ‘Courting the Wild Twin’.
Goat image by Dave Ruck.
A YEAR and A DAY is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
By journey into the liminal space of story. tend your soul. evolve your imaginationThe Full Flower Moon in Scorpio is at hand! Are you feeling it? Can you allow yourself to jump in, sink or swim into the long, rich, deep of this moment?
The air is crackling with the alchemy of this full moon feast as spring comes into their full on frenzy of new life here in North of North Wisco.
Read more about the astrology of this threshold through the brilliant aperture of Dr. Mindy Nettifee in her latest Substack post The River of What’s Happening Now.
Within you there are Queendoms of places, countries with strange, ephemeral borders, populated by the wild & wooliest characters and possibly scented with the tang of full goat. Maybe you have met them, I sure hope so!
Within you is a wild twin, she is young and fierce, she is wily and has good trouble on offer. Take her hand, journey into this unknown together!
Enjoy this retelling of a Norwegian classic, Tatterhood…and the bonus poem below from poetess, Caroline Mellor.
Yours in the ongoing,
Tracy
The Wild Twin
Caroline Mellor
At the turning of autumn to winterI walk the roads of mist and starlightin the tall shadowswhere the oaks have not yet shed their last russet leaves
The wild twin lurksin the rattling hedgerowseyes bright and mischievous,chin dripping with berries
And once she finds me,she’s everywhere —
In the rustling of leaves as they fall from the branchesand settle like boats on the still-mirrored puddlesShe is the pale grey sky and the black crows smudged across it,the eventide hush and the dark, holy night
She is the song of the forest as it sinks into slumber,the earth-churning worms as they moil in the soiland the underground webs of mysterious funghiand the speak of the trees through the underground webs
She is the dark, quiet figure where three roads convergeand the breath of the embers in still, dying lightand she has things to tell me, if only I’d listen —she would take my hand and carry meaway into the mysteries,into the night
Author’s note: the concept of the wild twin is borrowed from Martin Shaw’s wonderful book on the subject, ‘Courting the Wild Twin’.
Goat image by Dave Ruck.
A YEAR and A DAY is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.