Today, I find myself standing at a strange and beautiful threshold.
Here in the South, the leaves are falling, the light is thinning, and the Earth whispers Samhain — a time of endings, ancestors and descent.
Yet in the global field, conversations blaze with the fire of Beltane — a time of ignition, erotic risk and creative wildness.
And somehow, both feel true.
Like Lorca’s Duende, which rises from the soles of our feet and demands raw, honest expression, we are being called to straddle worlds: The burning impulse to create and the sacred invitation to let go.
Duende lives in this liminal space — where the soul’s longing meets the soil’s truth.
It’s not either/or.
It’s both/and.
Risk and release. Life-force and loss. Fire from the depths
So maybe this moment is not a contradiction, but a confluence.
A season where we don’t choose between Beltane or Samhain — we stand between them,
and let something ancient move through.
