Full Moon blessings and thoughts~ As this bright light shines our way into and through the darkness, we sighhh together, knowing the roundness of the wisdom path. This full moon is connected to the going-ons of the weekend prior to US Thanksgiving, when she was in her new phase. Under that New Moon our fears…
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Final Harvest Full Moon.
The Full Moon on Wednesday (close to 4am Pacific) is traditional Final Harvest. It’s a flashlight, illuminating all you’ve brought into being this year. As well, it highlights what you still yearn for or what is left unresolved. This is an important time of quickening. There is an increased rush of energy that those sensitives…
Tonight is the last full moon of summer…
…why does that matter? Because as the sun throws itself way out to that far ol corner of the sky, and its light comes down no longer orange cast or even yellow but that sheer white color of September and long shadows–so too does the moon, who keeps us in soul time, remind that this…
It is the full moon of December
There are one million different things to tell you about. My father’s camouflaged pajama pants, the pink-flush color my cousin Pat’s face turns when he is happy and his eyes are lit by music and alcohol. The cut of my cousin Collin’s jaw, a primary angle that only models and men in the second and…
Full Moon & the Duende
Some writer days I’m just way more superstitious than others. I burn the candles, beseech the angels, thank the saints. Cast love about the place from the Holy Mother, get the sacred heart flame of Jesus fired up, too. Honor the goddess Earth, her sister Moon. It’s because as any true writer will tell you,…
Reflections. Full Moon in Fixed Fire.
We are socked in this month, almost every morning a blank fog sits til 12 like this were San Fransisco. Maybe in the night my dreams of mountains and ebony-green came true? In the dull moments of morning I am held by something meangingful, strung together in pre-cellphone reach scraps, if I were north again…Northern land…
Meditations on Summer Solstice
There is something so primitive about summer. It makes me want to curl in to the earth and let the land grow right through me. Summer yearns in my body so fantastic, a pace of blood that is almost breathable it’s so alive. Opposite that, I experience early summer in a way that feels base,…
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