The Descent of Venus
by Nowick Gray
The descent of Venus comes in the morning and evening, when the day is young and when the day is fading, asserting another kind of light than what we plan our days for, than what we take as bright and guiding light in ordinary concourse. The descent of Venus comes in scent of jasmine and ylang ylang, soft as butterfly wings, petals of rose. Venus invites to shed all semblance of past inhibitions, judgements and fears, and to open to her touch, her breath, her grace of forgiveness and understanding. The descent of Venus brings about the rise of Mars, not in his own path of conquest or self-aggrandizement, but in a glory of gifting to her pleasure, her deification. For she is a goddess, the Goddess herself in human form, which is the only one we will ever know as humans ourselves, most intimately. The descent of Venus is grace from above, is also Earth herself speaking, Gaia dressing up for us in starry splendor, Venus the face of the deep in a smile that allows us to smile in this rebirth, to open our own arms in welcome. Venus guides us on the path of grace and beauty, yes even of the commonly understood shops of comfort and convenience, housewife and model, gardener and artist, dancer and guardian, nurturer and voice of life’s truth. The descent of Venus comes like a charm into a lucky man’s life, it doesn’t matter when, nor what came before, all the failures and successes cast away into this moment of embrace, this kiss of equals before the starry night, this bliss of embrace in one moment without wondering, and full of wonder.