This time of year the darkness is a weightless velvet air cloaking everything. Darkness is, it becomes us we become it. A quality of being. On Tuesday morning there was no energy left for me other than the wane. Gigantic hush far bigger than me, but of me~a surrender in my soul. The moon was tilting towards her…
Tag: prayer and soul making
Full Moon ReBirth Blessing, 12/12
Our last full moon of the year, of the Fall, and Y E S! of this D E C A D E arrives…can you believe it? The sacred geometrics that underlie all of creation show up with a Mystery glimmer and twinkle from Time to Time, too…like our Mama the Moon peaking at Full overnight…
Full Harvest Moon & The Ancient Feminine
Happy Harvest Moon dear friends The ancient archetype of * Harvest * Tide * is so sweet and wonder-full, no?! For better understanding of what this means (for both personal or collective S O U L W O R K,) spend some reflection time with the Lunar Lammas-Tide post on the Wild Women Wisdom website,…
I went camping to soothe my soul: Thoughts, Final Harvest Moon
I walk a lot on empty beaches. It helps me breathe from muscly places in my belly that otherwise I can’t feel because they’re so deep. So last Monday I guess it was, walking along the roiled and wilen coast, beholding the brown and black and steel greys of Hurricane Maria’s deeps, there came this…
New Moon: She takes up pen, again.
It’s been a million days of this I think, and as I write such words I see the gray slant of my ceiling in the morning, the days leading up to, but especially following, Aunt Mary’s death. Grief, which sits like a bone in the air. Its smooth, cold, calcium-yearning. Always there, blocking the place…
