Rebalancing, Part 1: Reentry & Reorientation

From the plane somewhere over Seattle, we witnessed the last Transit of Venus for this century. How diminutive Venus appears, as if a mote, against the blazing orb that is our Sun. Remembering that She is not too different from our beloved Earth, it was yet another moment of Sciento-Reverence, another humbling lesson in perspectivism.

Looking back at that revamped, animist-snowbird style Wheel of the Year, I gave myself an appreciative nod for having the foresight to include the window of "rebalancing." It is much needed. There are so many adjustments to be made during reentry.  

Like trading these horsetails...

Local horse tails (Equus ferus caballus) in Utah.

for these...

Local horsetails (Equisetum arvense), spring phase, in Alaska.

And giving up the sunrise over Breakfast Canyon...

Just another Breakfast Canyon Sunrise.

for a windowless view to the East.


And to the South,

Looking to the South.

well, it's an adjustment.


But I asked the Fat One what he sees when he looks to the South & to my pleasure he reminded me that we can find Beauty (or tasty, to some folk's palate) anywhere...

North American Robin (Turdus migratorius) 

Just before we left Utah, we had some friends over for a glass of wine & a few final moments of conviviality. The discussion meandered to the subject of the Midnight Sun, the ceaseless days & the absentee Moon. To my surprise (I tend to forget that some of my fleshworld people know of this journal), one of our guests turned to me & said, "Yes! What will you do with yourself?" Without the Moon, he meant. Indeed, what will I do? 

This is a new place. Not the same place as last year, nor that of the year before. This is a new place to greet, to learn, to know. To make home. But this time, we have a place to set roots.

And this is Alaska. Land of vast potential, teeming with possibilities. Even in our backyard.

Our new Alaska greenhouse.
After so many barren years, shall it become a living shrine to Abundance?

So, I rethink my orientation in this fresh location. A Solar, Southerly frame it shall be. I think. Somehow. Despite the rain & the multiplexes. 

Like the views, the daily rites & rituals will change. What they will be, I do not yet know because I believe in letting them create themselves. In this way, they become organic, innate to each day, part of the natural course of events. I will not need to "make time" for them, they will just happen. They will simply become part of this place, this life.

And our Lady Moon? Well, let's just say She's entering Her "Shy Phase." Or something. My consolation? I think perhaps, just maybe, I can almost smell the mushrooms.