Now Winter is calling her.
The Western Gates are open,
And once again she stands in liminal space.
Not spinning, not weaving, not wondering.
She peers into the indigo depths ahead.
Straining to see in blackness that confuses her open summer eyes.
She pulls up her hood as shelter from the light,
And tentatively leans forward.
Still not sure if she wants to let go of the amiable warmth of summer.
She feels unclothed, light and airy,
Her diaphanous dress floating above the still green ground,
So full of light, so full of air,
Not ready to sink into the murky depths ahead.
She awkwardly and cautiously reaches forward,
And like the heliacal rising of Venus
she begins to shine as a morning star,
Brightest and retrograde, before her descent
and her triumphant rise again to the heavens.
Taking a deep breath
She pauses to seek the blessing of her Gods and Ancestors.
She whispers a prayer for those who have gone before
And those who will follow.
She blesses and purifies herself.
She allows herself to consider the infinite possibilities that lie ahead.
And as she stares, she can see the space between the light and the dark.
She IS the space between the light and the dark.
She is the Goddess Inanna
Remembering a time when her confidence was strong,
And (not one to be taken by Hades),
It is she who chooses to descend into the darkness
and willingly offer her seven most treasured possessions.
From her root she offers her stability
And moving along her chakras she offers compassion, confidence and deepest love
Her voice, her vision and finally from her crown she proffers the deepest depth of her spirit.
And once again she is riding the edges of her dreams and goals.
She is navigating the world between normal and no one’s land
Stepping into her darkness,
Her soul a shining star in the heavens.
*Calan Gaeaf is The Welsh name for the first day of winter, celebrated on November 1.
Image credit: Goddess of the Western Isles by Iain Lowe