Libra Season has me at its mercy. On Autumn Equinox I was gathering the last of summer’s beans from our garden when I bent low and poked my right tear duct on the tip of an iris leaf. The irony is not lost on me. 👁️
Off balance, I spent the following days in the worst illness I have had in ten years, unbearable pain in my ear and throat, endless tears streaming down my face, constant struggle to swallow the white blood cells trying to drown me.
The night sky looked down upon me through the tall windows in my room. As I lay there trying not to die, I meditated on Inanna’s descent to the Underworld.
At the first gate the Queen of Heaven and Earth surrenders her crown. She is powerless. Down where Ereshkigal rules, she is no more than a carcass on a meat hook. Inanna is humbled and humiliated.
“Then Ereshkigal fastened on Inanna the eye of death. She spoke against her the word of wrath. She uttered against her the cry of guilt. She struck her. Inanna was turned into a corpse, A piece of rotting meat, And was hung from a hook on the wall.”
Inanna: Queen of Heaven and Earth
maycam is my underworld. It is where I am humbled and humiliated, where my body and my sins are on exhibit for your judgement, where I wait for redemption. 🪬
Yours,
P.S. Join me in worshipping Inanna, ancient Sumerian Goddess of love, fertility, and power, in the Lilith Series. ⚸✨🌑
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