Thursday, 13 March 2025
Written by Eve Moore
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Eclipsed
I just had a huge cry.
A wail, really.
From the deepest darkest
corner my soul hides
in the granite of my
cosmic basement
secreting a geyser
aching to blow.
I've been getting acupuncture
—a pinched nerve affecting my
left shoulder/arm/hand. It surfaced
at the end of January, just before
my Imbolc birthday.
Out of the blue, it seemed,
though I now see its
shades differently.
I knew I was feeling unnerved ,
'things' being as they are,
my age being what it is,
but this was something
altogether else.
Three sessions in, my acupuncturist,
her name means 'star,' asked again:
have you cried? No, I hadn't.
Though the pain has been considerable,
and some tears seeped here and there,
I hadn't had what she was feeling under
my skin: a big sadness seeking
a way out.
I'd kept this in my root cellar, locked away, along
with the orphan who felt such
crippling pain.
I see the traces in this life, to this
abandoned little one's grief, and had actually
been treating myself, quite intuitively,
with the Bach flower essence:
Star of Bethlehem—
healer of grief.
Potent, this.
Six-petalled symbol of
purity, innocence, hope
forgiveness and
reconciliation.
Among other mystical things.
Bach's remedy
"neutralizes grief and trauma,"
comforting and strengthening
by way of this flower's
vibration, its essence.
As I took in the energy of this bloom,
thus opened the opportunity
to engage my current
polestar.
I was led by the cosmos.
Her holistic wisdom.
Her seeing, via the keen pupils
of her fingertips, this core wound
that throbs my, our, present day,
seeking to be found, tended,
soothed. Let out
of the dark.
Star light.
Not coincidental to
Estella's chosen name
(her Chinese name
too twisting to the
Western tongue,
she said with
a glimmer).
Though relatively young in years,
she's far wiser than her age,
this age now in shift.
No, I said, yesterday afternoon,
I haven't cried.
Rather than addressing the
musculoskeletal points of the
first two sessions, this third
needled my emotional body.
My orphan.
Kim Krans' The Wild Unknown Archetypes
deck, a gift I gave myself some many moons ago,
has this to say of the orphan—its characterizations—
the wounded child, the abandoned, the beggar:
"We are in a time of universal orphanage—
of nature, of each other, of our own hearts.
Take refuge in the fact that we all share
this core wound and dilemma."
Yes. This was the pinch
that had its clench in the left,
feminine side of my upper body.
Estella said she saw my emotional
body as hunched, head bowed.
Weighted, weighted, weighted
down. This is what I have
been feeling—finally .
It didn't escape me, early on,
that this left-leaning was the neglected
side of my psyche.
Scolded for "wearing my heart
on my sleeve" as a new shoot in the weeds,
I learned what cultural conditioning
teaches: hide.
Your feelings.
Your seeing.
Your self.
As I did in the protective sinew of my
masculine muscle, reason, focus—
detachment.
Here, heavy-lifting, both literal and
figurative, superimposed as
independence, even, it
turns out, from myself
—my wholeness, my
connectedness,
my spirit.
Oh boy. Yes, oh, boy.
Thus, imbalance came knocking.
The penny dropped.
The geyser blew.
And, post the salty outpouring, this titanic
release, has come this outpouring to you,
sister, brother, fella/ow traveler of
this spacetime on mother earth.
This breaking down
to break through.
I thank you for your fellowship, as I trust
we are all in our individual ways digging into
the earth shadow, eclipsing our moon
so totally, as if to say: here, see, feel.
The manifold grief we all bear in our DNA,
the anger of so much time lost in hiding,
the care of our awareness, our
tending, and in it, the healing
we are made of—and for.
All surfaces as we surrender control
(the shadow of Virgo), to the vast
ocean of a Piscean sun's light
and in its beams: lightness.
This is how you change
the world: love
your deepest,
truest, smallest,
most tender
self
just as
s/he is.
This is the
greater
good.
∞|∞
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