“I build a lighted House, and therein Dwell.”
The June Solstice is the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere, and marks the entrance of the sun into the tropical sign of Cancer. This sign is about finding a home for our deepest self. I have found affirmation and art to be key in bringing the soul’s longings to full beauty and fruition.
From the Avant Garde Magazine, Letters to the Editor, November 1969.
I’ve recently returned after two years in Vietnam, where I was a G.I. helping to tear the country down. I am determined to return, as a civilian, to help build the country up. I know a fair amount about building construction (and, alas, destruction), and I would welcome assistance, if only in the form of encouragement, from any of your readers. – Wayne L. Seth, 15609 S. Chadron, Gardena, Calif.”
Sanctuary. Longing for peace; impulse giving rise to and forming a space, in place and mind. Like slipping into water, going under and finding, to your surprise, that you can breathe freely for the first time.
A dream, from high school, I was in my mother’s garage with a handsome boy. He was smiling, blonde, perfect skin and body. Looking at me, his gaze invited me to join him as he suddenly leapt into the air and began swimming in the space. Delighted, I jumped too, and found I could do the same. I flew and dived, in great spiral arcs. I saw the wooden walls in vivid detail, and I flew faster and faster, swimming through air as I followed the boy. Exhilarated and free, I still feel how powerful and present I was, spiraling movement in the air. This dream of the garage space, a secret sanctuary even now.
I wish I could walk again with that feeling of freedom.
So, I was going through my journal, and I came across this wonderful prose I had copied from Deborah Castellano’s blog post of October 14, 2012 on Charmed Finishing School. There were good things about Saturn’s travel through Libra that I remember, but were put on a back burner/buried under a pile of feelings that were churned up while mourning the death of family members. The last two years, I have been undergoing a ruthless personal confrontation with the ideal of family and the abject reality of my own family of origin while he made his trip through Scorpio.
If you’re a desperate wanting thing full of dreams and aspirations, you have to stop caring about what others want you to care about. If you’re full of art. If you’re full of love. If you’re full of desire. If you’re full of faith. If you’re full of magic. You have to be willing to lose everything, to be stripped bare. To pit yourself against Zeus for your daughter, letting the world burn around you. You have to be charming, brave and fierce against demons. Now is the time, now is the hour. Ours is the magic, ours is the power.
Isn’t that beautiful? I love that, especially the invocation at the end…
I’m trying to get back to making real the inspiration of that time, when I did so much photography, and began really looking at how to do some art, to leave a body of work behind.
Let your Muse light your soul on fire.
Be true to your art.
Thanks Deborah. This is so powerful. Wish me luck.