After my last black post, I wondered about the significance of the Octopus. She just came to me and pulled me to her in a strong embrace. What is there for me? I pay close attention to symbols brought to me like this. They have proven to have great significance in my life. Strong tentacles pulling me. Such a warm embrace bringing me into this black. Surrounding me in the softness of tentacle-flesh, touch and connection. This octopus is helping me to surrender to the darkness. No way out but through – right? I am just thankful for sticky suction that I know won’t let me go. She will hold me up through this black. Hold me up as I fall and surrender. Hold me up as I dive to depths of inky black. Stick with me in my child-like fear. Octopus buoyancy providing some promise that I will rise at the end of all this. I lay at the bottom of immense darkness with the light tunneling so far away. The more I look the further away that light gets. Terrifying me. The same as when I was a child full of unnamed fears. Only now there is this light creature who surrounds me and will pull me back up through to sunlight. More than I ever had as a kid. She hovers over me, seemingly indefinitely until I am ready to rise. Filling me, as she is, with patience to wait this out.
Not my image – credit here: http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/octopus-pacific-6096-pictures.htm