Crafted Virgo through Sagittarius Season

In the season of autumn, we are humbled by our delicate mortality. We spend these gold and rust drenched days remembering how fleeting this moment of breath and wonder is. We watch our brethren of the plant kingdom deteriorate, and our bones remember the days our ancestors feared and respected the approaching mighty winter.

As the nutrients are assimilated into life by the fungal kingdom, the underworld ancients who whisper under our feet, we remember our own ancients. A ghost, a nostalgia, arises. . and we remember.

I have been here before.

I have done this all before

Unearthing that which is not sustaining us, rewriting patterns before slumber during the dark days.

We have been here for eternity.

We have done this all before.

Our primal bodies, our presence and awareness, hold generations of walking upon the earth. Infinite births, endless suffering. Written into code and sealed into DNA.

So let us tap in, like roots drinking the nutrient slurry of the soil, and access the memoir of the ancients which lives and breathes in your very bones. Drink. Drink and drum your heart, drum and dance.