Yo Team,

tis Caroline, still at the
United Astrology Congress in Chicago,
having given many presentations
(which I will proffer too you all.
Recording quality – not great…) yet

Jupiter Retrograde in Scorpio,
our past returns with gifts…
ran into colleague who sent me
a talk of mine “Festival of Evolution”
a really great recording, in every way,
from way back – Cycles and Symbols Conference,
San Francisco, February 14, 1995
(great conference, with James Hillman,
many ancestral colleagues..)

 

Festival of Evolution

Cycles and Symbols Conference (San Francisco – February 14, 1995)

Holy Moly…
(I was riveted, if I do say so,
and got to plagiarize from myself…
will become an evergreen part of my canon
– but you Gaia’s get it first)

A worth proffering of remembrance
on Memorial Day

and here’s the poem I read
at the end of that talk:

In a Dark Time

By Theodore Roethke

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood—
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks—is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is—
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No Live Tele*Coyote Tonight

Caroline returns next week!