Where the Hermit Goes
Leave a trail of crumbs on your way to the underworld
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This week, we examine the Hermit, who shows us the worth of a journey to the underworld.
Consider this for background music: “Ships in the Night” by The Lizzy Co Show
Sometimes you have to take some time for yourself
Sneak into the cave,
Sit for a moment, alone.
Figure it all out.
A clean workspace is key
Wander with the sage.
Watch it snake into corners,
Sweep spirits away.
When my body feels awful, I head for the trees
Willow branches lean,
Hiding me from all offense,
Wind washes me clean.
Really worked some shit out with this one
The guilt left over
From the lessons in catechism
Is what kept me scared of getting sober.
How do you run away
When the bad neighborhood
Is your body?
No contradicting,
No talking back,
Self defense is framed
As me being naughty.
Guess I’ve always been a bad girl,
Time to grab the crown.
When the enemies come around,
My hammer strikes them down.
No sweat,
You can bet on me,
I’ve got practice,
Unfortunately.
Child soldier when it comes to sticking up for myself,
Always been the only person looking out for my health,
Best believe
I’ll keep my nose clean,
Even if no one else gives a shit about me,
I’m a child of the Universe,
And things have been worse,
I’ve always survived and I always will,
I’m learning that now it’s peacetime,
And I no longer have to kill.
Grounding techniques are required for shadow work
Leave a trail of crumbs
As you wander deeper still,
You’ll need to get back.
Just because you can do something alone, doesn’t mean you should have to
On journeys to the deepest underworld,
It’s best to take companions if you can.
When I went down there as a solo girl,
I would have fared much better with a plan.
I did the best I could with meager tools,
I hacked my way through seaweed with blunt knife.
I dove into the snarlingest whirlpools,
I thought that there was nothing else to life
Than chaos, constant change, no one to trust,
But when I reached the bottom of the sea,
I found among the shipwrecks rife with rust,
A thousand little boats that look like me.
The day I learned I’m not the only one
Became the day I turned and swam for sun.
Sometimes no contact is the only option
Begone, foul spirits,
Go back to the underworld.
This is not your home.
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