“This above all: to thine own self be true
And it must follow, as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!”
— Polonius in William Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act I, scene iii
But first, who is this: my Self to whom I am meant to be true?
Surely the night that follows the day and then the night again is led by that Truth, which Truth I trust is my Self. And said Truth, when followed, is True North.
I see: I am my own True North.
How to locate her in the vast array of brilliance shining above and around me? Where do I cast my eyes to find her particular glimmer that upon seeing will be instantly-recognized and from which all lines will be drawn outward?
Polonius reminds me I have a season of blessings in which to see, to pinpoint, to pattern my compass to Her. My karmic energy is vast and all-inclusive, my pendulum swings as big in my learning and grieving, as in my abundance and giving.
The unicorn, like a stallion arrayed in a cloak, whose Pantone shade falls somewhere between Rubine and Rhodamine, watches over and envelopes me, its opalescent coat shimmering in the distance as I align my heart’s beat to her hooves’ deliberate steps and pauses.
I gently and easily move my Self from the vast lapis lake, dropping off fear as I fill to overflowing the Courage I take with me to the top of the massive mountain range, where I find the mirror of Me reflected back in the rock’s golden Face, her eyes’ blue are remnants of the lapis left behind mere moments ago. Butterflies of recognition flutter from my midsection, no longer mistaken for or labeled as anxiety, my Sacral Chakra — overwhelmed with delight — takes flight, and I am atop the ancient wall (perhaps Jerusalem?) whose location is entirely inconsequential to what matters: my location on and to the wall, to the Grief itself. I see both sides now, my Courage (Strength) and my Matter (Abundance), sides of the Self that is Me.
To mine own Self, to my Courage and my Conviction, to my Matter and my Meaning, to my Love and my Loving, I will be True. My north is my present moment.
It is safe for me to spread my wings.
My wingspan is wide and vast and here to hold.
My Self is Love contained within the span of my reach, my wings, my heart’s beat, my bigness, my seeing of You.
It is safe for You to be held within my Self’s Loving.
My Self is found.
My Love knows no reach.
My Span contains for You.
Between Rubine and Rhodamine:
My cloak waits to cover You.
Lapis. Love. Lift.
Letting go of that which no longer serves or sits in me.
Letting go of the old, the other, the onus.
Opalescent unicorn of Self shining and lighting the way.
Feminine Primary Matrix cut and reconnected to the New Feminine: to my Self’s Own line of freshly-birthed ancient connection.
My blessing season stretches heart-and-year-round.