This beautiful creature is coming around a lot.
Yesterday while hanging a monstrous, thrifted wreath above the door, I knocked a huge set of antlers belonging to my love to the floor.
It split exactly and perfectly in half. Needless to say, I felt awful.
Not long after, we took a dreaming/planning walk in the juniper where this fellow was bedded down. He was lying in the North looking our way, with the mountain that anchors this place visible behind him.
It would seem there is a message in this about the sacred masculine and the reinvention of it.
A new way is being made, and it is wise and strong, anchored and solid.
Integration is happening, and it feels right!