Early Summer

The wanderer initiates is our departure into the world. This curious archetype ventures forth with a heart full of wonder, eager to gather experience, wisdom, and raw materials. This is the season of rapid expansion and the seeding of individuation, where we begin to know thyself, untangling our conditioning. Though, as the wanderer moves they come to realize, the more they learn, the less they know, which, on occasion, germinates a yearning for something that continuously alludes.

The wanderer embodies the energy of wood—restless, pioneering, and ever-reaching. Their journey is one of exploration, of tasting many paths, of collecting the prima materia that will one day be transformed. But in time, the momentum must be tempered, and the longing must give way to integration. The wanderer soon hears the call to the threshold, to cross the bridge, turn inward, & return home.

Late Summer

The Bridge is representative of the narrow door — a space of initiation that guide us from our outer word to our inner wilderness. It is a notable milestone, as we have reached the transitional space that moves us towards the inner sanctum. Late summer is the season of harvest, where the materials are gathered and brought home to the laboratory to be transformed during the winter months of creation and introspection.

This initiation often demands a relinquishing; spurring us to place the masks we don on the altar prior to crossing over. Earth, steady and holding, asks us to trust the process, as grief often arises as we shed the facets of self that are untruthful. The Bridge requires a step of faith, yet this faith is one rooted within our own being, as we are moving into our sacred center, the space where we dance with our True essence, weaving together all that we’ve discovered. Within the spaciousness of the unknown, we are called to begin synthesizing, distilling, and discerning the gathered material, so we may create our own cosmological understanding of this world as the season of creator takes hold.

Autumn

The Alchemist is the generative force that transmutes the lead — the karmic density of our lives — into gold — spiritual and mæterial abundance.The Alchemist works with raw, chthonic material, synthesizing and refining them through passion, vision, and discipline. This is the forge where inspiration meets form, where the formless is given shape through devotion and craft. The laboratory of the alchemist is where we integrate what we have gathered and root into the wisdom we have touched. As Alchemist, we have discerned what is ours to work with and from there weave the gathered matter into the tapestry of our lives.

Fire, the element that  fuels the forge and provides light in the dark, sustains the Alchemist’s work. It is the spark of inspiration, the heat of transformation, the energy that turns vision into reality. The Alchemist does not merely make—they ignite, transmute, & breathe life into their work. Autumn, with its golden light and crisp air, mirrors this process of refinement. It is the season of both harvest and release, where the brilliance of creation is revealed in coppery tones and with every leaf that falls, reminding us that transformation is cyclical — that the alchemist embodies the trinity of creator, sustainer, and destroyer.

Winter

The Midwife holds space in the silent depths of winter, tending to what is waiting to be born. Water, fluid and unfathomable, teaches the art of surrender, of trusting the unseen, of gestating in the quiet. This is the season of patience, of allowing what has been created to mature in the darkness before its emergence.

The Midwife listens deeply, knowing that not all creations are meant to be carried forth. She discerns what is viable, nurtures what is ready, and lets go of what cannot yet take form. In the cold stillness of winter, she reminds us that gestation is just as vital as action. She is the guardian of the threshold between creation and manifestation, the sacred witness of what is to come. As Midwife, we have honed a discerning eye that knows what is ours to work with, what is the flame of our soul we ought follow. Distraction no longer tempts us away from our path, from our soul-seeded desires.

Spring

The Pearl is the treasure conceived with the wanderer, tended to through the threshold of the bridge, refined in the forge of the creator, and brought through the birth canal with the midwife; it is the diamond that emerges through pressure and friction. Mirroring the pearl’s emergence after a long incubation, spring bursts forth with the energy of renewal. While metal, the element of mineralogy, refinement and essence, embodies this season of emergence and clarity.

The Pearl is not the goal, rather is it the culmination of a process that the soul has gone through. It is the distillation of all that has been gathered and transformed, the inner, fundamental essence that has been revealed. The Pearl is the alchemical result of every stumble, every breakthrough, every moment of surrender. And just as the trees send out their first bright leaves, as the world unfurls from winter’s grasp, the pearl is the gift that has been waiting—ready to be offered to the world, to shine in the light of a new cycle, a new beginning.