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Gratitude In A Season Of Abundance

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Many times in Maine, as the autumn season rolls around, we locals find ourselves bemoaning the end of a lackluster summer but hey, isn’t that the best we can expect, living in this neck of the woods? Such complaints will not be heard this year, after a prolonged season that I’m calling the “Summer of The Empress.”In the Tarot, The Empress is the card of the archetypal Mother: the force of procreation, the process of birth and the giving of life, the embodiment of compassion and nurturance. She is your physical mother, the abundant mother earth, the doorway to life and the helpful hand along the way. She has associations with both the planet Venus and the astrological sign of Cancer; her ability to create varying and diverse forms of physical life is boundless.I live in Southern Maine, which is a watery, Cancerian place to live to begin with. Toss in the steamy weather we had for much of the summer along with the presence of the nearby Atlantic Ocean, and we’ve been about as soggy as you can get without actually sitting in a puddle. This summer’s days were long and humid, stretching out before us in languid waves, one after another after another. In response to this luxury, the greenery around my house took on a life of its own.The forsythia bush sits like a woolly mammoth at the corner of my house, its tendrils threatening to strangle me in my sleep if not trimmed on a regular basis. Perennials grew extremely high this year; for instance, the globe thistle in front of my house reached well over five feet high. No joke — I measured them for journalistic accuracy. The Empress was in her glory.While The Empress card is ruled by Venus (and not by Cancer, which rules The Chariot card), The Empress’ collaboration with the forces of nature, motherhood and nurturance is in alliance with the values of home-and-hearth-oriented Cancer. We had three eclipses during the 2011 swing through the Gemini/Cancerian cycle, heightening one’s awareness of the emotional patterns that lay beneath the surface of consciousness. And that’s just the water which flowed in the inner life.Let’s talk about the vegetable garden, which did well despite the intermittent spells of beastly heat and unending rain. In its second year of production, things fared much better than last year when we had so much heavy and prolonged rain that fungus overran much of what had started out in promising fashion. It’s ALL the realm of The Empress, really: the seeds, the soil, the rain, the bugs, the sunshine, the rodents. All those who work the soil eventually come to understand that a garden’s output will be determined by the manner by which what you’ve planted responds to what The Empress dishes out.This year The Empress must have had a hankering for strawberries. My little plot yielded so many of the delicious berries that we’ll be eating them from the freezer at Thanksgiving…and at Christmastime…and maybe even Valentine’s Day.The peas and the lettuce, on the other hand, have had their struggles. Off to a good start, it got too hot too quickly for each of them, although they hung on for dear life, hoping for cooler temperatures and some shade. What has been life-giving for the strawberries — and the tomatoes — has not been so good for the peas and lettuce. Indiscriminate Empress.Finally, there’s the fact that my daughter is pregnant with her first child. Oh my goodness, talk about an Empress’ dream.Not only are my daughter and I both Librans with water-sign moons (which has made for a lovely and harmonious mother-daughter relationship) we both are numerological “3’s”, connecting each of us to the energy of The Empress. My numbers are “21/3”, the World/Empress combination; my daughter Kate is a singular “3.”A family friend who knows nothing of these sorts of metaphysical connections and personality profilings saw a recent picture of the mom-to-be and said, “Has she been waiting all her life to be pregnant and become a mother? I’ve never seen her looking so healthy and so happy.” It’s true. Her happiness has grown in equal measure to her belly; with only a few weeks of pregnancy left, if her smile widens any further she’ll have to sprout more teeth.If there was anything more rewarding to an Empress than to see her daughter overflowing with life and enjoying every moment, I surely can’t imagine it. I’m likely to be a blithering idiot by the time this child actually arrives, so it’s good to put thoughts to words while there’s still the capacity to do so.No doubt about it, a full expression of The Empress surrounds me these days. And The Empress in me is satisfied, content to watch the work of nature as it expands and unfolds of its own accord, rewarding the eyes that seek its beauty and comforting the heart that recognizes its power.


Written by davisjeffery24

July 31, 2013 at 3:40 pm

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