DECAN WALK: LIBRA 1, TWO OF SWORDS – Part II

Just a quick update now that we are nearly at the end of the first decan of Libra.

The card, Two of Swords, is called Peace, or more formally, Peace Restored. It seems applicable to the recent days of the decan, at least personally. It has definitely been a time where the theme of balance has been noticeable. And a bit of restoration, combined with a very productive flow state. I think this is from both Libra, and the decan ruler the Moon. The Moon is always in flux, flowing constantly from one phase to another.

There has been a lot going on, yet I seem to be able to flow from one thing to the next in quite a productive and even relaxed way. There is the sense of many impending things to do, at work, at home, regarding family and friends, obligations, tasks. And if any of you reading lives in an area with true winter, you will understand the sense that by the end of this decan there are many little tasks that need to be done before it arrives, in order to prepare the house, yard, and garden for frosts and freezes and cold weather. Lots of things to button up. This decan normally contains the first frost here, but we escaped it so far…

And lots of things in general…computer systems needing updates, communications to respond to, paperwork, bills…things that are normally kind of irritating, to me anyway. Yet I’ve found it easy to just keep flowing from one thing to the next, getting them done, moving to another, yet also taking time to rest, enjoy nature, and think. With some ease and balance as well as productivity, which isn’t always the case.

The book is now in the final edit stage after formatting. Getting quotes from printers and re-reading everything, making small tweaks in preparation for wrapping it up. Already I find myself thinking about what is next…but one thing at a time.

Soon we will be in Libra decan 2. Crowleymas approaches…

One thought on “DECAN WALK: LIBRA 1, TWO OF SWORDS – Part II

  1. Whether winding up or winding down the year
    Is winding on. Barely any bees, the swallows
    Are brightening other skies than ours. Here
    The roses take one last, long look at the sun before they follow
    Their instincts, back into the quiet dark.
    My ears
    Are too coarse to catch the music of these spheres
    But settling you can feel it in the hollow
    Space of just being. This morning its reverberation
    Is like an accidental meditation.

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