there seems to be something so potent in the rhythm of the autumnal web of life, in the open field of October on the ides, mid-month… each turn around the sun at this moment, i feel the collective dark night so intensely and its spilling into the personal realm… this turn around the sun seems even more potent as it is also the eve of the 60th anniversary of the 13 days of the Cuban missile crisis in 1962 and once again we teeter on this precarious edge… as we continue to experience the outer dark night collectively at the close of this era with the global dark night casting a shadow across the cosmos, i hear so many voicing the experience of this dark night as we lay fallow awaiting germination deep down in the earth of being; i, too, have been experiencing a mini dark night, profound loss in a brief moment until i re-member when we listen deeply we can hear the even more beautiful world breathing cataly-sing our acting like a squirrel by gathering the quintessence and calling in Porcupine Goddess to share an ancient wisdom story illuminating the place i and we find ourselves…
long ago, in the coldest winter ever, many of our relations were dying… we of the porcupine council met and decided we’d nestle together to keep warm and stay alive… alas, we were warm but the quills of our neighbors were wounding us, so we decided to separate from each other to relieve the hurts of living in close quarters… although now we were protected from being wounded, we began to die one by one, alone and frozen cold… faced with our extinction or living as wounded porcupines, we chose wisely – deciding to return to being together… we learned to live with wounds caused by being in close relationship to receive the greater benefit of the warmth that comes from others. this way, we were able to not only survive but also to thrive; to flourish in regenerative cycles organically arising from the harmony sung by the implicate order…
may we be as wise as our porcupine relations real-eye-sing, re-membering interdependence, the way of the openheart, is the way…
