June 2009 -- 7; The Chariot

Dec 31, 2009 11:03




We understand there are times for resting, times for plodding, and times for times for charging a head
and we honor all three. We also don't ignore the rest of our lives because we're concentrating on the goal.
We remember the need for balance.

I remember last night reading this chapter before bed and being first baffled to how it could fit my month at all, even with how miraculous my insights from The Lovers and The Heirophant. In a year of active change where you are in the passive position, as The Wheel of Fortune sets up, it was strange to be reading about a month where my card said I was suddenly the agent of (a wholly feminine) change. But it only took a few entries to remember how gave myself the permission and power to became in June.

June was not the month I found my feet. No, it was the month I allowed myself to become lush. It's when I finally started ordering bath and body things that made me feel good. It was when I discovered The Garden Bath, who's collection I would love, who's maker, Donna, I would become friends with there and on my journal. It was when I reopened myself to sensuality for sensuality's sake, not for someone else, and not holding off because I needed to give up everything for this year.

Haunt, Villainess, Bpal, and the Lush in Seoul would follow in it's wake. And as always, and ever present, Glamourkin. I started buying clothes and skirts.

It's when I started watching David Attenborough documentaries again, delving into the history of our planet and the beauty of our animals. And when Sarah's Little Old Man adopted me. It was when the first stages of working on my health and my skin came back. It was when I blossomed into the first of many appreciations for the multifaceted changing seasons of fruit.

It was the month, where no matter how bad the bad times got (and some where quite bad), I went out of my way to write glowing review about why and how I loved my job so much. About how it made me smile to wake up and thinking about going to teach my children and working with my main partner teacher, and how I left smiling most every day from the act of having done so.

It wasn't perfect, as there are always some wrinkles. It was the month of my first bad migraine and, also, the month of my first rant against my new country for home -- this one about the time zone difference. That it took six months for either of these to happen even for the first time is a rather large blessing from the universe. The secondary Partner Teacher who was so negative and the Open House kerfuffle that smoothed itself with an apology. Never underestimate the power of a direct apology.



This was the month that saw Alice and I breaking out of quarantine to see Gyeonghuigung Palace, the Seoul Museum of Art, and shopping in Myeongdong; and later that month we'd explore the 63 Stories Building together and saw a new aquarium, an IMAX and the highest art museum in the world.

It was the month I discovered Adventure Korea with all it's pre-planned weekend trips all over my new country. I would start my intensive months of traveling with them the next week attending the weekend Juncheon River Trek & Bubheungsa Temple Stay in Gangwon-do province.

Which led to the first of many weekend picture write-ups.



The lyrics I copied down in the beginning of this month were;

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere
I want it more than I can tell
And for once it might be grand
To have someone understand
I want so much more than they've got planned


~*~

If I remember the girl who was so lost she took two sentences in one week to try to tell people how much she needed, I delight in remembering this one. In the sudden flower of summer. I was mindful of so much during this month, but also finally so ready to change the edges, the touches and textures of my world, to fold into them things which made everything smoother and silkier from home, from my heart and my soul. There is something glorious about remember this month and I'm grateful for all that I'm remembering and stringing together as I pull these months together for this class.

twelve days of christmas, korea, religion, school of the seasons

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