Through the Lion’s Gate

Suddenly all the astrologers are talking about the Lion’s Gate. Apparently this happens every August, but I never heard of it until this week. It’s supposed to have something to do with Sirius and the lions of yesterday and tomorrow. Some are saying it’s a great time for manifestation, but Lorna Bevan says to expect extreme volatility, disruption, and power struggles between old and new.

In my own life, I’ve mostly noticed meaningless difficulty in trying to do ordinary things, such as filling a prescription that the new doctor sent to the wrong pharmacy, while the previous provider sent it in a day after I was at the previous pharmacy trying to hunt it down. Or, having a minor spat with my husband while trying and failing to navigate to a new place, before finally realizing that I was looking at the map upside-down. Then there was that driver behind me who didn’t like my driving and cussed me out as he sped around me.

It’s tempting to give in to my usual complaints—that functioning in three dimensions is just too hard—but I know that’s a dead end, and it doesn’t change anything to complain. How, then, do we get through these times?

I don’t really know. So far I’ve mostly just tried to ride it out, rest as needed, and keep my energy flowing. Today I had a wonderful massage from my friend Nora Hansel, and afterwards I felt fresh and new. I felt like everything could be okay. I felt like a clean slate. Massage has the power to make things okay in ways that I cannot understand.

The Lion’s Gate closes on August 12, this Friday. I’ve just this week opened appointments on Fridays, so if you feel a need for a little less irritation and conflict, a little more okayness, head on over to MassageBook and book yourself a massage. You won’t even need to leave your home; I’ll come to you. We’ll get through the Lion’s Gate together.

Published by Rachel Creager Ireland

Author, Flight of Unknown Birds: Poems about the Wildness and the Weirdness Within, and Post Rock Limestone Caryatids; mom, wife, massage therapist, human. In perpetual state of decluttering.

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