Thursday, 25 October 2012

XXXV. Mantra

I need a mantra.

On November 15 I will be in the North to experience a total solar eclipse. Or at least the shadow of the eclipse.

 "A solar eclipse occurs when the moon passes between the earth and sun close enough to block some or all of the sun’s direct light. A total solar eclipse occurs when the moon passes in front of the sun and blocks it completely, forming a shadow on the earth. For this to occur the sun, earth and moon come in a straight line in their orbits and it will seem like the moon has covered the sun."

And after this early morning eclipse, I am running in my first half marathon, signaled by this celestial starting gun. When I first heard about this race, many months ago, I was compelled to do it. I had this overwhelming feeling in my bones that I needed to travel North, to bear witness to this event, this alignment of Earth, sun and moon, and then to participate in this collective run. I made travel plans almost immediately. I have to say it is one of the more spontaneous things I've done in my life, particularly, as it was based purely on an instinct. Almost an inner knowing. An attraction equally to the astronomical, astrological and spiritual sides to the eclipse, as well as the challenge. It is a mythological undertaking, and apparently, my star sign has a tendency to mythologise life.

Since then, I've looked upon this event as a line in the sands of my life, the heralding in of a new beginning. Then I will run and run for 21 long Kilometres and let past hurts slide from my body, find my resolve to carry on in the heat and through the distance, and ultimately through the days of joy and hardships to come, and finish, exhausted but clean, and proud of myself for attempting this odd pilgrimage. It is my reptilian shedding of a skin that no longer fits. I'm committed to this process, ready for it. Trained my body and my mind. I look forward to it with hope in my heart.

I think I am lucky, to have been able to act on this impulse, to have had the resources, the support, to get me North. To be accompanied by my mother, and my children, throughout the journey.

So I want to have some short defining words to offer the moment the eclipse occurs. Something to tattoo on my soul when the suns rays burst forth once again from behind the beguiling moon. A promise, an offering, a hope, a kindness. A small naive gesture, but if a butterfly flaps its wings.......

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