Winter's collative blessing appears from the watery cheerfulness of remote parts of time.
I seldom thought I had to explain myself, but if you choose to not explain, then it's all best to be done by showing, and in that case all we can do is refrain from making absent justifications for why I do what I love.
In space that is home to an ever-revealing new year, I am unwearied of being able to pass on congratulations. It occurs to me, though, that I hardly look at the arrival of a day, week, holiday holy day, observing month, season, saint's moment, or the like, as anything less than interesting. So it is with a distinctly positive attitude that the time receives me, and the reader is warned. It took nearly 10 days for the advent of another calendar year to set in fully with me, but now I wish you all something bold in the early parts of our ride, which is still the near-end when following the zodiac year. These final months are home to the last three signs of the zodiac wheel: Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces, who make up the "back half" of the Night signs, which I refer to in my letter about the Virgo-Libra cusp. Due to the staggering gap between the Gregorian calendar's ending and the zodiac year's beginning (The Vernal Equinox in March), and the historical practice of time going untraced in the wintry period, I do interpret the January and February months to carry a heart to vacant ruins.
When the sun hides all is white; white, accompanied by layered shadow. After we have been hurried through the raucousness of emotional and financial transactions brought on by the global Christ Mass and the importunity of "Stroke of Midnight", paternal Janus escorts us into a quiet room to piece together what we may have demonstrated of ourselves, out there in the public realm. He closes the door, you sit alone under the guidance of our Sun's focus in sign of Capricorn, the Saturnalian father figure.
With a frigid halo 'round a small and steady drum, the suspicious quiet expands between your thoughts. Soon across the terrain blows a new animation as a result of their constriction. Those living sounds of warmth and the palpable joy of activity promised by more yellow, orange, and hot red suns gone by remain absent; this is January, for silence, and February, for purification. Nameless, staggering, outer-system, devastatingly self-reliant, a white-blind edge appears along what we are thinking. Like a life on the moon, we have the immaculate focus now to be one with our methods. You might take it personally, that your heart is small, and you are sad for yourself, that you are alone, while the darkness gets to you. But it is an At last, inside you have waited for this moment, to be dazzled by feelings of the long-term which erupt within you, flashes of old world appear in the corners for your eyes. The past and the present fix you with its two faces. Elegance of the untouchable.
Forecasted concerns include:
Manners
Brevity
Quality of Spending
More to come.
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