Feeling the pull of a threshold

“Know thyself,” says She.

Sasuraibito Tarot at Delphi, Greece

In another time and place, I listened to bulrushes dancing in wind with yellow finches and crows. Eagles flew overhead, and two lone swimmers braved the vast Atlantic Ocean on a crisp late summer morning. A single leaf fell from an apple tree, and I held my drum up to the sun.

Today, waves crashed in shades of blue and turquoise. Two surfers made their way towards the horizon, while a girl with long blue hair let the water wash over her in a playful letting go of fear. Charred wood, stones and ladybugs covered the ground. Waves meeting air and earth filled my ears, and I could hear nothing else.

Somewhere, in another time and place, an oracle looks to the setting sun. Mountain air fills her lungs as light streams into Apollo's temple. Pilgrims, having made their sacred way through the high passes, arrive seeking answers.

Feeling the pull of a threshold, the earth relentlessly requiring release.

"You cannot hold on," say the cooling shadows.

“Listen, just listen to the ways the world calls to you,” say the waves.

“Know thyself,” says She.