INVISIBILITY ~ Musings Part. 2
: Musings Part. 2 :
There is a time to take up space
then there is a time to become space itself.
'The body is a source. Nothing more.
There is a time for it. There is a certainty
About the way it seeks its own dissolution.
They are always en route to
Their own nothingness. From the first moment
They are going home.' ~ Eavan Boland
As the underworld season commences and I approach the threshold of my 40th birthday immersed in my own current journey of dissolution; I'm aware of how many around me are also entering or absorbed in their own unique Inanna-style underworld chapter.
And it feels ripe to share more on the layers unearthing here.
It's interesting to reflect back to over a year ago when I stepped out of view, and chose to drop everything, not really knowing the journey that lay before me as I transition towards my 40s.
I simply knew it was time to disappear.
Into the primordial ground of the deep dark Great Mother Womb,
a beckoning towards deep nourishment, the mycelial way.
It was time for decomposing, regeneration, no idea for how long, for several seasons maybe...
Unaware this long pause carried with it particular revelations that could only be sensed through the perfume of presence when I'm grounded for long enough.
One of my main tasks kicked off immediately: to let Love nourish me to my core.
As a natural caregiver, you can imagine my struggles with this...
Despite my limitations, in spite of the places closed to love, resisting love; Great Mother insisted on tightening her embrace, filling my bones to the point of fulfilment, reminding and restoring me with the very mother-matter from which I'm made.
Pfft...Still very much tender work in progress, but truly the love, support and care surrounding me has been fundamental (and a profound mirror) to welcoming this latest decent to take as long as needed.
(Thank you beloveds, you know who you are).
Luckily I no longer had the energetic capacity to resist.
It's literally impossible to focus on money, being of service, goals, dreams etc when the body is in full-blown survival mode.
It's so paradoxical and exposing at first, with many bumps and contractions along the way, but with time I began to sink into the yin-ness of it all; the softness, surrender, play, yielding, subtlety.
Waves of ongoing receptivity as the involution of self reached a pre-sensory state of rest.
Letting myself drink and be drunk,
ingest and digest
and as a result the intelligence of being receiving all the space needed to integrate, percolate, marinate.
Dare I say; reincarnate.
Despite the discomfort, I'm aware of the profound gift of this relentless emptying; so that fulfilment could finally land and expand as the present moment.
Questions I often asked myself in moments of duality within this experience:
How can I stil