Do you remember when I said I was going to update more regularly? About that.
But nevermind all of the recriminations.
Here's what I learned from the Sun. (Spoiler alert: a bunch of shit I should have known already.)
1) The whole Yule = return of the Sun thing has always felt really, really hypothetical to me. I mean, sure, the days are technically getting longer, but our the time we set up for our solar work was still smack dab in the middle of the darkdarkcold. And our work, when we did it, was mostly happening at night, inside. If I had been able to get outside, or even done more work during the day, I might have been more successful.
2) Getting to the Sun isn't hard. It isn't. In the one clear vision I had of the Sun, the rickety patchwork wooden ladder/staircase/boardwalk contraption I'd crossed over on was viewed with some curiousity from my guide. I don't understand why people come that way, he confided. A perusal of the perimeter of the surface of the sphere yielded infinite paths - many smooth, direct, and clear. If you want to talk to the Sun, you can, you know, just kind of talk to it.
3) Depression is not really solar. I was hoping to leverage the Sun to push through that. Again, actually spending some time outside in the sunlight might have helped. Conjuring the Sun in a dark temple? Less so.
We'll come back to the Sun. We'll work something out.
We moved on to Jupiter.
And, seriously, Jupiter.
We've done more work since Imbolc than we did in the entire six week period allegedly dedicated to the Sun.
And I will talk more about what that work has looked like. Soon. Really. Also to follow: a post about some trippy visionary experiences at a workshop this past weekend. First I need to decode my incredibly sloppy crayon notes.
