Self portrait under the Full Moon in Capricorn, 2018.

Time manifests in repeating patterns of movement. This is most clear to me in the garden - microcosm of seasonal change, sex, death and rebirth, of orderly and chaotic activity springing from one impulse to perpetuate life - and under the changing face of the moon.

Time is moving strangely at the moment. As a collective, we are loosening our deference to the authority of the clock, permitting our imaginal senses to float open.

Sensitivity to organic time may be dulled when we don’t attend to it, yet we never leave its presence. It’s woven into our soft animal bodies, underlying the warm patterns of mammalian blood. Technologies like calendars and clocks arise and extend from the drum of our many hearts, as well as flowing inward, earthward, from the celestial polyrhythms.

Organic time has a fractal geometry that is majestic, mysterious and worthy of reverence. Cultivating relationship to it is a doorway to the kinetic temple of embodiment.

—-NS