Thursday, April 29, 2010
A Girl's Best Friend
I'm thinking about diamonds this morning. I am.
If not for the unimaginable pressures that are a feature of the upper mantle layer of the earth, there would be no diamonds, just lumps of carbon. And, too, if not for unimaginably violent, sudden and extreme volcanic eruptions, all those glittery stones would still be one hundred miles below the surface.
In the case of diamonds, pressure and violence beget beauty. It's such a difficult truth for me to take in. According to the cosmology of Reya, only peace, and love, and of course beauty should beget beauty. It's just wrong, I tell you.
There are times when the insights I receive from the depths of my dreamscape are just like diamonds. Last night, for instance, under the influence of that "old devil moon," as Willow would say, I tossed and turned. The sheets and bedspread were twisted, untucked and rumpled by the time I finally woke up. My hair was snarled and my jaw hurt from clenching all night. I felt disoriented and exhausted. My back ached. I had to jump directly into the shower to ease all the stiffness and soreness left over from the night's exertions. Whew!
But - I wasn't having nightmares. I was involved in a series of beautiful dreams centered around being nurtured, welcomed, and cared for by people I haven't seen in a long, long time. Weird, huh? Ah, such are the gifts of a serious Scorpio full moon just before Beltane.