Day 30of 360 Days of Symbols. Today’s symbol? Dawn.
We woke to the sound of night, the masks still attached in the purple light. Everything was still becoming something else. It wasn’t a time of shadows yet, and the hours of sun had passed. The moon was waking still, and the stars were faint memories in the sky, waiting to be remembered. This was the liminal moment of every day.
The center slides his mask off and we wait until the slow drum beat to raise the canes and start to dance. He will not turn into a crow this time. We made precautions. Magical insurance of a sort. Binding to earth, binding to sky, binding to fire.
Start singing now. It is time now. The dusk is swimming away: hurry, hurry. We must finish before the world becomes night and the hours have changed away.