Winter is coming.
Like the point that marks the moment of death or rebirth,
I am the sudden change in the universe of night and the leafless trees.
I am the radicality that without transition plunges into the deepest depths.
Everything has unfolded, the laughter and the clashes, the overflow of life. The hesitations.
After a few barely descending words, everything collapsed into the rock.
I crystallise the whole of what is behind us into one tiny thing.
I am the Coccyx.
I have been precipitated to form the memory mineral.
Solutions that rush to the bottom to tell in a sign their past dances.
I have been at that point where everything stops. Barely a moment.
You may not have seen it, felt it… but I have been there!
I slipped to fall, I saw the silence and I bring it gently to the surface.
I am the Hermit who returns from the deepest with his little bone like a lantern.
I know the essential, the simplest, the purest.
This light gained from within will accompany us until the renewal of the days.
But before that, we still have a few steps to take under the earth!
Let’s take advantage of these short days to rest our sap in the shelter!
Let us take advantage of these slow days to appreciate our roots!
Read the article on the symbolism of the coccyx and the archetype of the Hermite : click here