A new star touched the Earth last night
invisible even to watching eyes and blessed us with a new opening. For one whole revolution, four and twenty hours, we were bared open in a star kissed moment of boundless possibility betwixt the ages - planet – people – all -
The new star, quite unlike the old, carried away the ancient gods and time-worn promises of salvation that were with us at the end of time, and left in their stead a delicate new space, inviting, precious as parchment snow.
Which gods choose us now and how the dreams we write are manifest may just depend upon our offerings and the visions carried aloft in a thousand upon thousand new prayers, and upon the future warriors, trained and ready to love - and love again - life in all her guises.
Our midwives, the elder brothers, say “Do not be afraid of the changes coming, know only that All Is Good.”