This was to be an astrological post on Capricorn, contributing to the “wheel of the year” stuff I collect on the blog, as an alternative to the common denominator, neopagan birth, sex and death cycle. Had it been so, I would have pointed to Capricorn being the first of the Saturnian Winter signs, the counterpart to the marriage of the Sun and Moon that (you might say) takes place at the heart of Summer. A wintertide “marriage” of Saturn and Saturn. Maybe this post will still be about that, but it just couldn’t be written in the same way.
Of all the times, this darkest time of year feels like it should not be about more of the same. Not about the eternal cycle. Because cycles do just what they say, just go round and round, and without forward motion, that actually means a kind of entropic decay. You can counter the cyclic nature of things symbolically with the counter-cyclic movement, widdershins to the clockwise movement, which suggests banishing and purification, but actually the goods are not delivered from within the same plane. There has to be an intrusion, and extension, from or into another dimension. The Yule babe, in terms of cyclic Nature, is an alien gift.
I don’t think neopaganism generally makes this stuff very clear. It’s too addicted to flat, and circular, and repeating, and what it thinks of as the iconized feminine. It talks about spirals, and helices, but really? Neopaganism pretty much stays horizontal, and two dimensional.
The Solstice of itself will do nothing here, and nothing is what people are used to. But what it symbolizes, even as the evergreen tree symbolizes eternal, undying (and bornless) life, is awakening to another dimension of being and awareness.
The goat is an animal quite famous for its crazy, eccentric ways and its climbing exploits, and you can find lots of pictures on the internet of goats that have climbed to the most unlikely perches at extraordinary heights.
Goat is going someplace, on crazily goaty business, and it isn’t for more of the same. The only way is up.