Today my morning yoga practice was painful. The theme was lightness and ease, but looking inside I just couldn’t find either. All I had was a mind and body moving through tar. Just like the High Priestess, patron of our intuition and the depths of our inner lives, I found myself between columns of darkness and light.
It’s been a quiet Saturday. After weeks of only managing a couple of hours sleep at at a time, I’m back on the supplements that help my erratic sleep pattern. I actually slept until 7.45am ~ but instead of feeling the relief of finally getting some sleep I’ve felt myself sinking down further in mood as the mask of the work week slipped away. Trying to journal my way through my mood I was left with an exhausted introspection ~ my nose up against that column of darkness. But I could not see into it at all.
Wisdom lies between extremes. Persephone spent only three months of the year with Hades, all the rest were spent in the light. Today I am too much towards the darkness to be wise. And perhaps that is a type of wisdom in itself.