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The Threshold of Circe — Witch of the Liminal Shore

🌊 At the Edge of the Known

There are times when we find ourselves lingering on the shoreline of our own lives — not yet crossing into what calls, not able to turn back to what we’ve outgrown. It is here, in this threshold place, that Circe waits.

Not as a villainous sorceress, nor a domesticated muse, but as something stranger: a witch whose island is both sanctuary and trial. She does not come with simple answers. She comes with herbs, potions, and the kind of spellwork that asks us to face what we would rather keep hidden.

🌀 Circe’s Mythic Alchemy

In the Homeric tales, sailors wash upon Circe’s shores only to be transformed into animals — pigs most famously, though the detail is less important than the pattern. Transformation, in her hands, is not punishment. It is mirror-work.

To be stripped of civilized polish, to be returned to instinct, is to remember what has been exiled inside us. Circe does not steal humanity; she reveals what lies beneath it. Her exile is her sovereignty. Her island is her altar. Her craft is a rebellion against patriarchal decree that feared the raw, wild, liminal feminine.

🌑 Jungian Depths

In Jungian language, Circe arises as anima and shadow combined. She is the seductress and the sorceress — not because she is evil, but because she embodies the power society seeks to repress.

Her potions are the unconscious — bitter, intoxicating, often mistrusted, yet deeply transformative. To drink them is to let the instinctual self rise, to feel the animal body we carry, and to surrender the illusion that control is safety.

In this way, Circe is the threshold guardian: she does not let us pass into wholeness without demanding we meet what we fear in ourselves.

🔮 An Invitation for Reflection

• Where in your life do you fear your own power, mistaking it for exile?
• What instincts are waiting to be reclaimed, even if they first appear “animal” or “unrefined”?
• What personal “potion” could you brew — a ritual, a rhythm, a daily devotion — that allows transformation to occur with intention, not accident?

✨ Closing Threads

Circe teaches that power, when unclaimed, becomes poison. But when we honor it, power becomes medicine. Her island is never as far away as the maps suggest. It lingers wherever we hesitate at the edge of our becoming.

And if you listen closely, you may hear her whisper: “Step ashore. The potion is already within you.”

🌙 Until next Monday, may your path be laced with myth and a dash of mischief. 🔮✨

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