our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues sauntering across the desert guided by a star and our 8th night’s sun of the watery Scorpio once again proved to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Scorpion Goddess, Serket’s amazing transformative medicine of turning a sting into a healing, shadow into gift…

on the eighth night of Christmas, my true love (Scorpio) gave to me, a dream of… being held in a home where a chalice was offered and it overflowed onto something precious and i felt stung by the possible ruination of something i treasured after so many days of feeling the constant barrage of waves and waves of watery light so frequent that i could scarcely catch my breath… Enter the Scorpion Goddess, She Who Causes the Throat to Breathe to anoint the field of chaos and move us into the stillpoint where we breathe in and breathe out from  a deep place of peace at the bottom of the sea…

thousandfold thanks to the communion of saints protecting us all as we traverse the challenging initiation of communion moving us to a field out beyond, to a symphonic frequency never before heard, the sound of the one bell silently ringing us home…