“You exist as a creative being in a creative universe. A singular work of art.” -Rick Rubin
Every year, we can step into a portal.
It starts on the Winter Solstice and continues on through Christmas Eve and Day, bumping right up against the New Year.
In this liminal space, the earth’s vibration goes quiet. Emails stop. Phone calls cease. There are no Zoom meetings or obligations. If we can allow this void to recover ground from our addiction to doing, our anxiety and definitions and expectations can disintegrate into a pure flow of yin energy, melting into the universal field.
In this portal, we have an opportunity to reconnect to that which Kabbalah refers to as“en sof”: the infinite and unknowable. Others call it the sublime: the quality of immeasurable greatness, whether physical, moral, intellectual, metaphysical, aesthetic, spiritual, or artistic.
During this time, when the sublime is closer to us than at any other time of the year, I intentionally allow my life to go fallow— and enable myself to go a little feral. I let my hair air dry, unconcerned with whether it tangles. I don’t start big new projects. I block off my calendar, giving my energy body a much-needed break from being captured on screen.
Like the trees in our flower essence garden, I work to pull my energy back into my metaphorical roots, out of sight just below the surface.
This is a time of personal gestation. In it, we incubate and germinate the next iteration of ourselves. Will it be a new project? A new business? A new book? A hobby? A work of art? A new Spirit Guide? Totem Animal?
Or a whole new way of being in the world?
The sublime is also the realm we enter when we undertake Shamanic Journeying meditations, pull tarot cards, or simply marvel at the new art we’ve hung in our home. It is the fresh cut flowers on our table, the incense burning on our altar, and the warmth of the moonlight that hits our face this time of the year.
The Cancer Full Moon arriving on December 27th is going to supercharge our connection to the sublime, priming us to conceive and eventually give birth to the next great thing. This is a Blue Moon, meaning it’s the second Cancer Full Moon of the year, reinforcing the influence of this lunar-ruled astrological sign, long considered the archetypal mother of the zodiac.
Our very yang world is built on the number twelve: twelve months in a year, twelve AM and PM hours in the day, twelve Olympian (and Sumerian) gods in the pantheon.
But the number thirteen is the number of the Dark Mother, the metric for her lunar (vs. solar) calendar. The thirteenth hour is the witching hour: a portal through which magic pours into our realm.
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