Tales of High Resolve and Vulnerability instigated by this Week’s Godiva Moon

In 1678, the Godiva Procession was instituted in Coventry, England, to commemorate and honor Lady Godiva, who rode naked on horseback through the main street to protest her husband’s intent to raise taxes on the poor. Nearly 200 years later, in 1842, Alfred Tennyson found himself waiting on a train in Coventry, and penned his iconic poem about it, which we can imagine is being written across the evening sky this week, as the Moon comes to Full Phase and sweeps past the outer planets Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars.

First, the set up: The Moon passed Jupiter in the sky Sunday night, May 27th, and will come to Full Phase on Tuesday, May 29th, near the stars Antares in Scorpio. This is like being given an opportunity by Jupiter and then taking it over the Scorpion threshold. In Godiva’s case, you could say this is when she slips down the stair, and, in the words of the poet: like a creeping sunbeam, slid from pillar unto pillar, until she reached the gateway.

The Godiva Moon then goes on to meet Saturn on Thursday night, May 31st. Saturn is Father Time in all ancient traditions, and here represents Tennyson’s Powers that wait on noble deeds, who stand guard like the Divine Powers that test our resolve.

The Godiva Moon sweeps past Saturn, Father Time, and then brings the test of our resolve on Sunday, June 3rd when it passes Mars.

This test will come on Sunday, June 3rd, when the Godiva Moon meets Mars in the morning sky. Mars represents action, and he could be the low churl, compact of thankless earth, the fatal byword of all years to come in Tennyson’s poem, because he bores a hole in the wall to peep at the Lady as she rides by, but is struck blind by the Divine Powers before he can transgress.

All week we can imagine Godiva’s drama building and Tennyson’s poem unfolding as though it were an invitation to assess our own opportunities to stand for others, and to be tested in our resolve to act with integrity while we watch her fleeing to her inmost bower…looking like a summer moon half-dipt in cloud

Godiva, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I waited for the train at Coventry;
I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge,
To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped
The city’s ancient legend into this:

Not only we, the latest seed of Time,
New men, that in the flying of a wheel
Cry down the past, not only we, that prate
Of rights and wrongs, have loved the people well,
And loathed to see them overtax’d; but she
Did more, and underwent, and overcame,
The woman of a thousand summers back,
Godiva, wife to that grim Earl, who ruled
In Coventry: for when he laid a tax
Upon his town, and all the mothers brought
Their children, clamoring, “If we pay, we starve!”
She sought her lord, and found him, where he strode
About the hall, among his dogs, alone,
His beard a foot before him and his hair
A yard behind. She told him of their tears,
And pray’d him, “If they pay this tax, they starve.”
Whereat he stared, replying, half-amazed,
“You would not let your little finger ache
For such as these?” — “But I would die,” said she.
He laugh’d, and swore by Peter and by Paul;
Then fillip’d at the diamond in her ear;
“Oh ay, ay, ay, you talk!” — “Alas!” she said,
“But prove me what I would not do.”
And from a heart as rough as Esau’s hand,
He answer’d, “Ride you naked thro’ the town,
And I repeal it;” and nodding, as in scorn,
He parted, with great strides among his dogs.

So left alone, the passions of her mind,
As winds from all the compass shift and blow,
Made war upon each other for an hour,
Till pity won. She sent a herald forth,
And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all
The hard condition; but that she would loose
The people: therefore, as they loved her well,
From then till noon no foot should pace the street,
No eye look down, she passing; but that all
Should keep within, door shut, and window barr’d.

Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there
Unclasp’d the wedded eagles of her belt,
The grim Earl’s gift; but ever at a breath
She linger’d, looking like a summer moon
Half-dipt in cloud: anon she shook her head,
And shower’d the rippled ringlets to her knee;
Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair
Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid
From pillar unto pillar, until she reach’d
The Gateway, there she found her palfrey trapt
In purple blazon’d with armorial gold.

Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen’d round her as she rode,
And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
The little wide-mouth’d heads upon the spout
Had cunning eyes to see: the barking cur
Made her cheek flame; her palfrey’s foot-fall shot
Light horrors thro’ her pulses; the blind walls
Were full of chinks and holes; and overhead
Fantastic gables, crowding, stared: but she
Not less thro’ all bore up, till, last, she saw
The white-flower’d elder-thicket from the field,
Gleam thro’ the Gothic archway in the wall.

Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity;
And one low churl, compact of thankless earth,
The fatal byword of all years to come,
Boring a little auger-hole in fear,
Peep’d — but his eyes, before they had their will,
Were shrivel’d into darkness in his head,
And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait
On noble deeds, cancell’d a sense misused;
And she, that knew not, pass’d: and all at once,
With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon
Was clash’d and hammer’d from a hundred towers,
One after one: but even then she gain’d
Her bower; whence reissuing, robed and crown’d,
To meet her lord, she took the tax away
And built herself an everlasting name.

You can access the audio link to this segment here.

And here’s where you can get more detail on the history of Godiva.

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