The High Priestess sat on her throne,
wiping away her tears,
Allowing an entire story of pain and isolation wash away
-come to an end.
Thus a new season in their life could begin.
_______
Summer Solstice now approaches,
The High Priestess has slowly transformed
thru the Season of Cardinal Fire, Fixed Earth and Mutable Air.
The Cardinal Water approaches.
Her tears are mostly gone,
A small curiosity has bloomed,
In the well watered soil.
High Priestess is no longer tightly tethered to her Grief.
Bare branches have grown heavy with leaf,
a new growing season in swing,
replacing the baroness from which she has emerged.
The Wheel has turned from her darkest night.
The Sun has returned.
The days are interminably long.
The High Priestess,
has purpose reborn in the soils each spring.
By summer solstice,
seeds have pushed way into a green lushness,
awakening their senses,
strawberries tasty in their mouth.
Already, they contemplate the Dark Solstice to follow
when once again the light is hard to find
and Persephone has departed for the underworld.
Will their souls survive the dark soil?
Will the planets keep turning?
Banishing the bleak questions haunting them,
High Priestess turns to their friend, Justice,
who has sat patiently by the creek
for High Priestess to return.
“What now,” asks the Priestess.
“Let’s get high,: Justice says in return.
“I have some of last year’s medicine,
rolled and ready.”
They light a joint in the sun dappled forest, still late spring green,
Near a creek, slowed to a trickle,
Justice sighed.
“It’s so beautiful right now,
For once, this place isn’t yet dry and burnt by the sun,
and ready to conflagrate any moment.”
The Priestess, getting high, agreed.
“A momentary pause in the drought,
plus, the law finally swinging her blade down on the corruption.
Democracy may even survive this solar return."
Justice looked over at High Priestess.
“That’s my department,”
They both burst out laughing.
“You need to get busy,”
High Priestess gasps and snorts.
Justice takes a long look at them,
deciding whether to take affront.
Justice has been taking a beating for awhile now
and couldn’t decide if they were ready to speak of recent traumas
they had experienced.
High Priestess noticed the shift in energy from their friend.
“Get out your feathery blade,” my friend, they urged.
“People have worked hard for you.
The scales might once again balance.
Name what has been done.”
Justice was not ready to declare victory, or even balance.
“Things are still extreme and volatile.
Besides I love the woods.
I may stay here for awhile.
The streams and trees and land need their voice and vote as well.
Can any of our relations rest when humans have made such a mess of it all?"
High Priestess took a long drag, held it in, and dropped the joint in the creek’s puddled waters,
Where it sizzled, went out, staying still in the waters of the drying creek.
They lit another joint, passing it between them, thoughtful.
“We are only ideals, we aren’t really real” High Priestess said slowly, deliberately, her good humor quieted.
"Archetypes are only fully formed and complete in one’s imagination.
We are shape shifting and morphing everyday, no longer what we were or what we shall be. Everyone’s concepts are evolving.
We don’t know what changes will come to us,
what we become.
I am holding these histories as I have held all histories,
in my energy field.
“We have had a lot of loss,
And more yet to come,
Some victories.
We will not be the same,
Coming out of this
As we were going in.
We are shedding skin, becoming tender and new again.”
Justice interjected, “let us enjoy the season we are in.
Let’s not look so far down the road, past and future.
Today is cool, water remains in the creek, no fires raging.
Let us rest while we can.
After this week, the sun wanes and night will slowly return.”
“There is much work to be done, Growing food and medicine.”
High Priestess looked at the many lush greens and flowers and sighed.
They both stood and held hands,
Watching the east, as the sun rising warmed the world.
“Not much darkness’s these days…”
“No, there isn’t, but it too will return.”
Bowing to the sun,
Justice and Priestess kissed and went separate ways to their sacred tasks of the day.
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