dancing with swords.

cutting through the bullshit.

I just wrote a whole thing here, and then suddenly I did something and it was gone. Nothing saved.

This seems to be a theme in my life. Not always a bad thing, you know. Just doing things and then suddenly, the things are gone, routines are gone, patterns are gone, the people are gone. And in that space, there is something else happening. I pull up a mullein, the whole thing, by accident. This feels bad and sad. But then I consider, there is space, something else will come. The going happens fast. You barely even understand what happened. This is swords. Oftentimes. More than often.

So the thing I just wrote, about death and nymphs and medusa and covid and licking Aphrodite’s honey off ceramic horns, and initiations and how I feel I have been slowly fading back from a 2 month psychedelic trip? Maybe it being suddenly (poof) gone is good (not really poof, I shifted screens and didn’t hit save or whatever you need to do and it’s just the way it is now). Maybe there needed to be more room for this. The wondering what will come next. The space for it to grow into more writing. This is also swords. The fast action, the cutting, the refusal for allowing you to hang on and get some kind of bullshit attachment— all swords.

So the disappearance of the “beautiful prose” I thought I wrote you was a lesson in the medicine of swords, too.

Therefore, I will just leave you with the introduction audio to Dancing With Swords. Or cutting through the bullshit.

Thank you for your patience.

I do believe I could never have even begun to dance these cards with you before now. Even thought I know it’s taken me a long ass time. The portal the 9 of Swords throttled me in and through and couldn’t really be expressed until I was somewhat out of the other side, spooning with 10 of Swords, after a lot of non-linear grief fucking with the other swords cards— and easily having more hindsight on what 2-8 of swords was cutting away at, or making me go through.

So again, gratitude for your patience. The more I allow things to alchemize, the more I become them. I hope this little series serves you well.

Thank you for supporting the arts. And if you are in a swords season, or just want to be prepared for one, may my words be of service to you.

LISTNE BELOW:::: > (so strange you cannot see all my hand-talking but just imagine it for me, ok?)

I thought these would be videos but it appears Substack allows audio embedding only).

xx

MaryBeth

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