Moon

As I stood outside last night under the blood moon I wasn’t inspired to do any rituals. I had been feeling a bit off and kind of fuzzy around the edges the last couple days, so I held an intention for rebalancing and opened to the moon, the stars, the wind, the snow, the honking of the geese, and the ground beneath my feet.

When I felt full and complete I went back in for a good night’s sleep, not really knowing how the energy would move through me. Today I felt it clean out the weight I had been carrying of other people’s sadness, stuckness, and separation. It all merged into this point in my heart before releasing, and I felt a connection to my calling ever more keenly.

It is not my style to shout things from the mountaintop. I prefer to whisper things into the wind, into the roots of trees, to be carried where they will.

Have you ever stood under a canopy of stars with the absolute knowing that every star in the sky knows your name? Breathe in that truth and see where it takes you. What opens up for you then? What remains closed off or resistant to that notion? There’s your work. Breathe some more.

The very first poem I learned and memorized is an old Celtic rhyme that I keep in my heart as a mantra: “I see the moon, and the moon sees me. God bless the moon, and God bless me.”