The Sun creeps at the edge of Scorpio's dark wood that edges a primal bog. Fog arises on the other side of the treeline, making this a blind transition, a walk of faith through the liminal.
The wild wood holds secrets, whispered with uncanny noises beyond your sight.
In Babylonia lore for the constellation of Scorpio (which the modern tropical zodiac sign takes much inspiration), this is the period where the Gods have descended into the dark netherworld, the spirits of the dead join them on a pilgrimage to the land of the ancestors in the Sacred Mound.
As the nights grow longer, the Sun enters this passageway tomb, the hidden wellspring of all earthly fertility.
The immortals await your nocturnal visit, beyond the confines of a solar world, to gather seeds wisdom heavy with fermented fertility.
What will you exchange for these gifts? What can you mourn, adding to the burial compost mound, to become fertile soil that feeds eternal love?
The trees fall into the bog as the rain pours and expands its mausoleum of times past. We find cauldrons within this cauldron, we find alchemy is occurring in the liminal stillness.
Move slowly, lest you're pulled under the invisible downward current of deep waters with a trickster mirror-glass surface.
Nothing living is truly static. And the bog is very much alive with tiny wonders that require adept attention and a slow pace.
With the Sun applying to conjoin fixed star Toliman, the great teacher, move as the Sika deer transversing the boggy lands of Eiru.
Sacrifice your need for constant stimulation, and observe with great reverence something that appears still in your local landscape.
What deep time lessons does your teacher reveal when you offer meditative devotion? What beauty can you discover in the decomposing flora? What seeds are seeping into the netherworld with you as their witness?
What ends is a doorway, not a finality.