Today’s draw warns us that no matter what the world is doing outside (and it’s in the middle of some ridiculous gyrations at the moment, April Fool’s Day notwithstanding — oh, and we here at Muse’s Darling Industries don’t do April Fool’s Day, so everything in this divining here is straight up and not a joke), it’s critical to keep your feet on the ground and rely upon your own wisdom and strength. Follow your heart. It’s fine to get advice from others, but it’s also fine to ignore that advice once you receive it. It’s your life, your destiny, your future. Do your thing, and try to not get swept up in the madness swirling around you. Fenrir represents the untamed monster within us (among other things), and Widar is the force needed to conquer Him. As a matter of fact, in the Norse legends of Ragnarök, when Odin is killed by Fenrir, Widar is the one who avenges Odin and kills Fenrir by crushing the wolf’s skull under His giant boot. Widar is an exemplar of silent, efficient goodness, of mastery and skill that’s not wasted but only brought to bear when it’s needed. Let that be your guide today: don’t get dragged into the drama. Watch and wait, and move when your time comes.
Today, do what you need to do to take care of yourself. I mean, take GOOD care of yourself. Do what you enjoy when you can; try to fit it in somewhere, eat and drink well, and remember how beloved you are by Divinity however you perceive It to be. Avoid other people’s traps and dramas no matter how hard they try. Don’t get sucked into mind games or machinations, and for heaven’s sake don’t be a pawn in somebody else’s chess game. Pawns are the ones that die first, the cannon fodder in someone else’s war. Don’t let that be you. Go small today and see the beauty in the little things.
The hard thing as we get older is seeing the flow of time. We see that a new year, a new cycle, isn’t a completely blank slate–it’s more like starting over with all the information from previous tries backed up in our heads. All those do-overs, second chances, new year’s resolutions all led to this place we’re at now. Rather than rushing off in pursuit of starting over, use this new beginning to stop and look around a bit. See where you are, and give yourself proper credit for it. Even if this new place sucks, you’re still alive, on the positive side of the grave. You get credit for that. Look at your situation as clearly as you can, from where you’re living to what you’re eating. There’s good there. The blank slate presented by the turning of the year isn’t blank at all. It’s a beautiful amalgamation of everything that’s come before. See clearly and with focus, and realize that everything turns and flows in cycles. Nothing is linear. If you need to cry, go ahead and cry. Let that be a part of the flow too.
We are well and truly on our way into the darkness, my dears, into the great Void of unknowing and sacred silence. Work your magic to create the bridge to bring being forth from nothingness, and be relentless in your pursuit of beauty. In “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” John Keats wrote, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty.” Do not be persuaded that human appearances or the appearance of any one thing comprises what we mean by “beauty.” What we’re aiming at is the truth of human experience, and how that conveys the magic and beauty of the universe we create and inhabit. Even the ugliness within ourselves has beauty because it conveys a truth. We may not wish to see that truth, but still we must if we are to successfully bridge the Void and move along the ever-circular path of being and nothingness and being again. If you would be born anew, you must acccept all parts of yourself, even the darkness within your own soul. Keep moving, and be ruthless in your forward movement–not unkind, not uncompassionate, not unaccepting of frailty, but ruthless in the pursuit of self-awareness and honest self-appraisal. You have tools you don’t know about yet, and you’ll never find them if you aren’t keenly aware of what you’re letting yourself get away with.
Good morning, darlings! Your oracle was at a baseball game last night, way way up in the high seats above the third base line, the getting to which involved a great deal of walking and climbing up and down, up and down, over and around (we passed many a mountain goat and sherpa here), so this morning she is very fatigued. Consequently today’s draw will be very simple and direct, which is sometimes best anyway: all things die, but don’t be fooled. Just because something dies doesn’t mean it doesn’t live as something else. Things change, and there’s great beauty in that. Don’t be so afraid of aging that you miss the beauty of aging, and don’t be so focused on youth and beauty that you miss the fact that you cannot become the next thing without dying to youth and beauty first.