
In the ancient and medieval worlds, pomegranates symbolized birth and death, being itself capable of bleeding. It was frequently associated with maidens and maiden-goddesses, for its bloodiness was often identified with the menses of an underworld goddess. It had simultaneous positive and negative associations, as cthonic divinities, and in particular Earthmothers, were the sources of Life and of Death, of Health and of Illness, of Fertility and Infertility.
I have been traveling through my own underworld of late. Unearthing roots that have gripped the earth too tightly. Trying to dig out seeds that had been planted long ago, and continue to produce weeds that are choking the life out of what wants to be born now at this stage of my life.
The fruit of the shadow journey is juicy, beautiful, magical and so powerful. Many turn away from such a journey due to the ugliness and death that can be encounter. Its a journey that marks the transition of maiden into Mother, princess into Queen.
Quite a few of my fellow Sisters are in this journey now. I bow to you, your strength, your beauty, and your grace. May we come out on the other end having honed our skill, and mined the treasures of our inner workings.
I wrote the above on my Flickr site. I wanted to somehow elaborate here a bit more...
There has been so much going on behind the scenes in my life, and I haven't quite known how to express it all here. Its challenging to balance the very personal and the important processes to share. I have been absent so much this year, that back tracking now, and trying to paint the full picture would be impossible, and again, not necessarily appropriate.
But things are changing. I am changing, and life is demanding some huge choices of me. The last month has been incredibly challenging for me. I have been straddling between trying to build something that hasn't quite defined itself for me yet, and beginning to close the door on huge parts of my life. While one thing is growing, many things are needing to die. They have felt like incredibly tense energies to track at once.
Its August, and by the end of the year, Jon and I would like to be out of the country and traveling through Asia for quite a long time. He has been home here with me since October when he returned from China. The intention was always to return to the world, but we needed time to reweave our relationship, as the year long separation took quite a toll on us. And I also needed time to gather money, work, prepare.
Life has been what it is. Multi layered, complex, deep. I have lost myself in the lessons that have presented themselves while in relationship, while creating a business, while examining who I am becoming as I grow up. Often times when things became a bit overwhelming, or alot overwhelming, I have just focused on whatever was in front of me and let the rest take care of itself.
Most of June and July were about nothing other then making books for two large events and a store order. And while that was going on, all of my limitation demons came screaming out at me. I was pushing up against the small box I have unconsciously placed myself in, and had to really do my personal work at transcending my fears around actually having the experiences of being Seen, heard, growing larger then before. They were challenging months, as this bout with my fears kicked my butt.
Its August now. I keep saying that, because the amount of days until I am suppose to leave is now in the 2 digits. Its August, and I don't have the money I need to leave, and the time is nearing, and I am having so many fears, resistances and chest tightness over letting go of my work, my home, my car, my cat, my life to go. Go.
I am in the face of an opportunity to live in the world. The Big world. I have called this to myself. I manifested a relationship with a man who would throw the doors open for me to see a much bigger adventure then anything I would have envisioned on my own. And some how the temptation to stay, live here in a smaller, albeit nice life, seems so much larger and impossible to ignore.
There are so many things about myself that are coming up for review here. I need to uproot. In a literal manner and in a metaphorical manner. My spirit needs to reclaim its wings to fly in a bluer sky. And I am in a threshold that is demanding I completely transform myself. In everyway. When I ascend from my underworld excavation, I will not be the same. My heart pounds as I type this. I know that I am being somewhat vague. Its actually not even on purpose. The journey is so internal, so shadow, that to solidify into words escapes me.
sigh...
You know whats interesting? I have always known, even as a young girl, that I was put on this planet to live a very unconventional life. And in many ways I have. And yet as I get older, the safety of that American dream to have a white pickett fence, the 2.5 kids and all the toys that come with all of that, keeps becoming so appealing. And so scary to say no to. The other secret here is that I want that dream, but sort of don't, because I continue to create my life in such a way where the "unconventional" wants to reign supreme. And then that little girl within can't imagine not having the adventures Be the life I live.
Maybe its not really unconventional... maybe its just authentically me. I don't know... I just don't want to fight myself anymore.
I am trusting that this is a journey I placed myself on in order to be my most authentic big beautiful self. And I am aware that this internal tension I am holding is simply the catalyst to make some choices. To shift and create something new.
Breathe with me...