The Balm in Fiery Times

The passing of Solstice places us midway and firmly in the foundational energies of this year - that of the Fire Horse. Commonplace now, these outbursts of Wild Fire galloping all over our world. The political Wind roars, shepherding hotspots in another direction while The Waters downpour and rise up. Our Mother shakes her body as needs, and Solaris scorches fair skins. It's a wild, rapid ride on this horse of fire, and one must sit deep in its saddle of purposeful transmutation.

Geopolitical blazes rage so far out of control even the most seasoned politician is no longer screened by spurious smog. Nor can great untruths be subterfuge by fog, for the people have awakened to eons of deceit, and they too are inflamed.

 Our world is on fire as it must be. The forest must burn to regenerate. The Phoenix must be granted renewal. All must rise again from the ashes, such is the never ending cycle of life and evolution.

But, most of all, we must tend our inner hearth and fires. We must not add our furnace to the fiery outer world. It may seem we have only just extinguished one hotbed of discontent when a fresh wisp of worry wafts in. Wild fire is like that, it springs up in new places. Sit deep in your saddle of Knowing, realising you are the Forest and you are the Phoenix - and you are renewing and rising up as never before.

Fires will burn and you are the balm.

All will return, once more the great calm.

Image credit of Flammulated Owl: Bioexplorer.net