Snake to Horse: A New Moon Eclipse Threshold

so… here i am.

at the very edge of the snake year.

I can feel it in my chest -

that quiet pressure,

like weather gathering behind the ribs.

a threshold day.

tomorrow the hinge turns.

dark moon.

eclipse.

and the fire horse at the gate,

breath warm,

hooves restless against the earth.

and i can feel her.

of course i can.

sagittarian heart.

earth horse bones.

there is something in me that wants to greet her already -

to toss my head,

to feel the heat rise,

to move.

but today belongs to the snake.

today is not about the gallop.

it is about the stillness before movement.

the sacred pause while a skin finishes loosening.

i have been shedding.

quietly.

internally.

letting identities slide from my shoulders

without ceremony.

no wonder the body feels tender.

no wonder the field feels charged.

completion has its own electricity.

the snake is not in a hurry.

she knows the power of stillness.

she knows that release happens

without force.

so i am breathing into the empty spaces left behind.

not reaching for the fire.

not bypassing the dark.

just feeling the threshold -

that thin, humming line between what was

and what is arriving.

tomorrow i will sit in circle

and hold the crossing from dark into flame.

there is such sovereignty in being witnessed as we shift.

but right now

i am my own witness.

feeling the wanting.

feeling the restraint.

letting them coexist inside me.

where in my body do i already feel enough?

where can i offer warmth inward

before i offer it outward?

can i trust my roots

even as the sky prepares to dim?

my roots are deep.

my canopy wide.

the hive humming softly with what is becoming.

i honour the snake.

i bow to the stillness.

and when the horse arrives,

i will meet her -

not from hunger,

but from wholeness.

for now

i stay.

i breathe.

i listen

to the turning.

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