As I write this, the Sun is poised to slip into the sign of the centaur, Sagittarius. And this forest being, half-man, half-horse will take us, at a gallop, into the heart of winter.
According to the Romans, his mentor is Diana, goddess of the Moon, wild creatures and the hunt. And there is a wildness about this time of year in the Northern Hemisphere. The winds blow. The rains slash. Cold comes. But it’s a joyous kind of wildness. Nature has lost her mantle of green and we can canter through the forests unhampered by bracken and brambles. A cold fresh breeze whips at our faces, snaps the bare branches.
The Earth’s bones and boulders lie revealed again and its time to dance with joy on the grave of the old year, before embracing the new one.
The month of the centaur Sun is a time of festivals and celebrations, good cheer and casual jubilation. Jupiter, planet of bonhomie, rules.
Eat, drink and be merry now. Let your wildness ride.