Last night I dreamt that I was out at sea in a speeding boat. As the boat rushed, I held tight to the string of a red helium balloon that was sailing along behind me. Suddenly, with a gust of wind, I lost my grip and the balloon went flying off into the clouds … The red balloon of my dream cautioned me to slow down. Upon waking, I remembered that we are entering the Season of Water, the time of year when the life force settles down into the roots. It is a time to rest, to gestate and restore. It is time to honor the things we cannot fathom.
One of my dearest friends is dying of cancer. Richard was diagnosed just shy of a year ago, and each visit now that I get to share with him feels especially poignant. As he dies, he is teaching me about death, about how not to be afraid of it, about how to face it and talk about it openly, and about how a person can die with dignity and graceful acceptance.
As we all move bravely forward into this new year, deeper into the chaos, dangers, wonders, and new possibilities of the this millennium, we want to express our gratitude to you, our community of alchemists, healers, artists, and warriors of the spirit. We want to wish you well as we careen together through the infinite galactic darkness towards some dream we know in our bodies is ours to manifest.
Liminal – from the Latin word limens, which literally means, “threshold.”
A recent weekend of teaching has caused me to reflect on liminal space and it’s connection to healing as the arising of new possibilities in our lives, and about how, as a man/survivor of sexual abuse/recovered addict, I’ve historically resisted, run from, and been afraid of this space.
I had my first astrology reading when I was 28 years old. Sitting beside me, my astrologer Steven Forrest looked me in the eye and broke the news to me that I was going to be a late bloomer. With my natal Sun in Aquarius in the 11th House, the House of Future Plans and Goals, he counseled me to be patient with the process of discovering my life’s purpose. He told me, in fact, that the age of 54 would be significant. I understand now he was looking at the time when my Progressed Sun in Aries would cross my Ascendant. Age 54 seemed then like a very long time to wait for my life to begin.