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2006-08-25 - Come over here to where When lingers
Epiphanies do not come to me in the summer. I may be observed doing all the research and study of a human experiencing spiritual awakening, but I don't wake. Not until autumn and the dark months. Some time around September 23 of every year, when the sun re-crosses the equator and moves into the Southern Hemisphere I put down my books, gardening tools, flights of fancy, and close up shop. Just go inside. Do you understand the Inside that I'm talking about Diary? What looks outwardly like death is actually the opposite. My highest potential slumbers all summer long, fitful in its dreaming under oppressive heat and a humid-heavy atmosphere. But when the days become shorter and the nights lengthen I turn summer's knowledge into practice, ritual. What appears dead is more alive and vital than ever before. But it's below, folded inside. Internal work is being performed. This is graduation, time to put everything learned under Cancer, Leo, and Virgo into action-even if no one else can see it unfurl. The rains are coming every day now. I stand under evening skies the color of steel and watch leaves flash green and silver, turned backward by gusts of wind. I'm ready to go inside early this year Diary, ready to wake the witch.
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