Widdershins
“Give me a place to stand and with a lever I will move the whole world.” Archimedes
Clockwise is sunwise— in the tilt of precession earth is opposed, so we danced widdershins. Cast under the pull of dueling planets with a bright kiss in reflection, the fish disappears into the waters of the coming aquarian. Turning vernal, we cast for hope in the same directional spin shaking on both sides of the equator in our respective rituals for the longest night of mid-winter or in reverse stretching the burning light of the midsummer solstice; in this breviary, shadows open their world on Parisian twilight.
The camber of the universe keeps the corner of the eye dark. The swerve hides its secrets just out of our reach. The curves cave reality. Collapse into waves as they come in hitting the shore, the cloud catcher casts nets into this spark but anyons remain just out of reach of the taker, two dimensional. The mix vibrates the web sprinkling earth with the spices of life, a salt shaker. Blue rises scattered from the horizon heading to full there is a halo around the cold moon. Winter maker, hoar frost snow moon…I am a woman.
Drawing from memory, giving feedback, testing the ambit of friendships in the year cacti bloomed out of season... go and gather. Gather the fruit and the cactus boots like gilded flickers. Spines and ribs of the Carnegiea swell with spirits in the dessert. Words and books go to the desert. Toasting the last sunset of a dastardly year doing a snarky dance and champagne strategies. Legs grow long coming from the sands counting down forty nights devouring inspiring stories.
Understanding un- are things really better left unsaid because words are hard to unsay? Sometimes un- means not and sometimes it means to reverse. Sometimes, though, redundancy goes unnoticed. He stood in the corner unkempt and uncouth waiting for some demarcation in time. The persistence turning the tide, dragging the illusory lag on our ‘now’ acting all childlike just trying to get to that true timeless reality; or of instead of blink you’re dead, give me a loop and I will jump...
He says “try boredom as a resolution” and he knows I have always resolved to never make resolutions but boredom intrigues me. How delicious, historical vestiges. Supernatural superstitions...the evolute of an involute is the original curve. Put a mask on your face that’ll help the solution. Looking for strands of hope to weave into the next year’s possibilities, I have come to a realization. It is too late for hopeful trends.
Systems are broken, unfixable. Time to reimagine and reinvent our society. In this dark place, there is an awakening woke opsimath. There is a power in ‘place’, strength in community. In this time of transition, in an interregnum, align with the mythmakers standing local. When outside forces threaten our natural and human community stay grounded and build local solutions, find your pod. In the year blue bees returned from near extinction and saguaros bloomed offseason, up, around the curve, swerve. Eureka!
