Behold the Mystery. In silence is the seed of wisdom gained
I’m a slow learner – I think I’ve demonstrated this over and over again.
Last night, after sunset on the one hand and a rising almost-full moon on the other, I held aloft a single ear of wheat.
And so it is with life. The moonlit ear of wheat held above the candles spoke of seed and flesh and the necessity of death.
Very slowly, I begin to internalise an understanding.
Here, minus its candle, is my South Quarter holder:
..and here is the North one:
(Yes, that’s honeysuckle.)
The full moon in Libra rises over Fourways: