Upon awaking this morning, I built a fire, had coffee and let the day usher in. I sit here now before the fire, watching the move “Agora”, broken but well done.
Once again, here I am in the midst of winter and so once again, spring is on its way. For it is, that at the ending of winter and the beginning of spring that the roots have sprung forth. Breaking through the shell of a mentality of seclusion. As Sevgilim and I sat before the fire, she asked why yogis always left and secluded themselves. I told her all the stories and in all my searching, there has not been one who being in the midst of the chaos, has been able to keep the light of peace. Although that it was what yoga and the seeking of the divine had been meant to provide, to be as the divine, to love and be within the world and continue to give without want, only by the asking of others, to do what is right without demand or anger, if they chose too not and it is where it is. I find myself at this present moment, with these roots being germinated.
It is the cyclical nature or experience that is teaching us. Not of a reoccurring existence but that of constant spiritual rebirth and that which has passed away and that which has once again been given birth but not on its own accord but that from the ending of that which had come before it.
All this as Venus is moving to its finale, as the evening star and finally appearing as the morning star on Nov. 6 2010. While as of now, the full moon is just one day past. For this is the reason for the season, you must not hold to the old ways but be born again, anew. To evolve and grow, from the old gone ways and take what they had to give but to remain with it, you will also be dead.