BLACK-EYED SUSAN: DARKNESS INTO LIGHT

Hands full of Black-Eyed Susans — The medicine of Samhain revealed.

First morning chill. 

Embarking on the shadow ship. 

Days start to blend into night. 

In this shift, the glow softens, warmth lessens, flowers fade. 

I traipse outside, snips at the ready, an Edward Scissorhands stance.

Crisp black blooms fall silently towards wanting soil.

Razor sharp blades cutting through darkness. 

New life at the center revealed. 

Another blossoming in the last gasp of waning light. 

This is the essence of Black-Eyed Susan – getting to know myself better through what can only be seen in the depths of eclipse.

As I cut through the veil of spent petals, a blaze springs forth, surrounding ebony’s core, lighting the path to new wisdom within. 

Grasping insights that shine truths in murky corners of denial. 

There is no place to hide in this illumined soul-scape of Self. 

Susan knows all and is here to jolt me awake, lessen my guard, touch the core of emotional truth — that I may continue to flower.