There are longer and shorter arcs on these journeys,
They are like lanes on a highway, sometimes, and like sideroads that head in a parallel general direction at other times.
Sometimes they are winding, and sometimes there is a side quest, and other times what I like to call an intermission mission, so to speak, and we weave in and out of the main arteries that we flow on.
A long arc is a type of path that takes you through many phases of growth and experience. A short arc is more likely to look like a cycle that you are returning to again and again, as it shows up in different ways in your life. But short arcs don't always repeat. sometimes there is closure, one arc breaks down for a new one to sprout.
Long arcs can take years or decades to begin, peak, and wrap up. Short arcs might take a month, or a season.
We could even go so far as to say there are micro arcs that reflect our daily routine, or the length of our attention span.
Our entire life makes up one, long, macro arc. If you believe in reincarnation, your cycle of rebirth would fall in a macro arc.
Let's talk about some of the arcs we have experienced on our journeys. What calls us forward? What draws us in? What returns to us? What do we return to?
Let's talk about the seasons, and what they are like for us.
Or if it calls to you, we can talk about Tarot and the Fool's Journey.
I'll give an example,
The year ends and begins for me at Samhain, right around the time of the first snowfall. Just like the day beginning at dusk, like how they were counted in old times, the settling in of winter time after the last harvest feels to me like space to be done with what has been, and move into dreams of what will be. My arcs begin in the silence and solitude and darkness of endings. This is what I mean when I call up the imagery of the mission. When all things have come to a close for that time, I am blessed with a heightened awareness of possibility. I am driven to fill the void. Nothing exists in a vaccuum, everything falls into place from what has been there before it, but, I really feel like the magic of putting things to sleep is that sort of gestation period that a seed takes before it sprouts. By the end of winter I am itching for spring, I am restless, I feel the pull of the winds of change. That's how my winter arc flows.
If you are inspired to talk about this or other cycles or patterns you have noticed in your life, please don't hesitate - I am here to connect with you :)
♥ Jacki