Between Time

The High Priestess and the Crone of Pentacles stood ankle deep in the river, taking some time to themselves in a tumultuous week.

The Crone had concerns over recent events and the uncertainty of all that was happening within her domain. The Priestess stood with her on the rocky shore and as she listened,  the beautiful stone garden of the river’s shore gleaming behind them and the river ran before them.

"I have had several reality checks recently," Crone confessed. "Some of what I think is in alignment and has integrity needs fact checking  - and wow, I have been busy all week with that. I can see some errors in judgement, not only personally, but wow, looking at the state of affairs in the world - well, it is all in a stew."

"Yeah," the Priestess commiserated. "I hear you. The Caldron of the Medicine of the Moment is nearly boiling. We need to watch closely, we don’t want to let the caldron boil over, but it needs to nearly boil for the decoction to have the properties needed for the medicine. It needs to be in this state of near excitement for awhile. Can you understand this on more than one level?"

"I can," said the Crone. "We have to be in this moment of suspense, a moment between, when the medicine must dream itself into being. And the way we respond to this moment is important."

Coyote could be heard yipping in the woods beyond. Then they could see him, silhouetted in afternoon sun. He remained, yipping furiously. Answering barks surrounded them. 

The Priestess leveled her gaze to the crone. “You must trust that all of this happening according to a plan. You are to do what is best, even if it is difficult. We all must balance work and play as this moment moves us into different orientations. Times are shifting, we are traveling thru these times in a bubble, a transitory journey from one place to the next. Even as we make this journey, we are beginning new cycles in other dimensions, we are all spiraling thru these collectively. We are letting go of what no longer serves us in this movement. we are shedding a skin There is a larger picture, a destination. We are leaving familiar shores. The times are achanging."

Crone listened carefully to the wisdom Priestess offered for this time of uncertainty. She kicked a stone in the running green river. “I hear your message. I feel the importance of staying rooted, grounded and centered as all swirls around me, forming what will be. Nightmares are being realized. Lives are crash and burning as the money machines eat us alive. It is difficult to keep my cool."

"You can be dramatic, my dear." Priestess raised her eyebrow at the Crone, "but yes, I think you get the message. Stay accountable, find the tap root of your integrity and sink it deeply into the earth. There is more to come."

Crone sighed loudly. "There is always more to come. I need to go to the market. I hate going anywhere in these times. In between times stretch long."

"Take your time, my dear", Priestess said mildly. "You might as well let things fully form before traveling."

"I guess you are right," Crone said. And then she smiled happily and asked Priestess if she might like to go swimming in the cold fast river.

"I would indeed," Priestess replied happily, grateful for company during a time when waiting hung heavy in the air. the both dove head first in the wild Rogue.