In this silence

Too many used to be’s
Faded away with
Time
Not enough now’s
To sustain us
Into tomorrow
Image – Wings of dust

Too many used to be’s
Faded away with
Time
Not enough now’s
To sustain us
Into tomorrow
Image – Wings of dust
She thought he was an angel, swirling round her spirit; arousing a creative fire; igniting bursts of imagination and stoking profound inner realizations. She breathed deep, a sigh of relief, at having connected with one so astute in realms that piqued her interests; then as if daring her to be great, he forced her to open her self to experience a new perception; and glimpsing the possibilities, she didn’t hold back.
A spontaneous passion for truth emerged; transforming her imaginative insights and work into a receptacle of spiritual artistry. She believed…quite possibly for the first time, that there was no limit to what she could achieve; striving to understand and contact the highest part of her being, in which the impetus for pure expression of art and life resides.
But he came not, bathed in the light of life with a mirrored goal in mind, but rather in self-annihilation with the purpose, intent and pragmatic outlook at what he believed needed to be obtained; could be obtained…at whatever cost.
The vision of truth, beauty and ecstasy a falsity she would be forced to cast out of her memory; as this was anything but a soulful new beginning, as led to believe; but the start of one very long arduous journey; but as with all things in life, there are no accidents and chance meetings; and so it was left to her to sift through the rubble, for traces of lessons she could take away with her, while the remaining debris was left to scatter to the wind; the winds of change.
Ritual Moon
The moon waxes and wanes in the night sky, always following the same cyclical pattern, lighting the darkness with its luminous glow. It has been this way as long as the earth has been here. The same moon grew from dark to full and back again, catching the eyes of our grandparents, our great grandparents, and those at the beginning of humanity. The moon guided our ancestors in the planting, sowing, and reaping of their crops, and we can be inspired to observe and honor these same cycles today with simple rituals that help connect us to the natural ebb and flow of life energy.
Dark moons and new moons represent polar moments of beginning and realization in the arc of the moon’s phases. When the moon is dark, we might take time to meditate on emptiness, the fertile ground in which seeds take root. A simple ritual for acknowledging this potent phase of the moon would be to write down new plans and ideas that present themselves and keep them in a moon journal. Looking back over a year of dark moons, you may be amazed to see which seeds have blossomed.
Full moons symbolize completion and fulfillment, the realization of the seed, and they are times of celebration. They are a great time to gather friends and family to partake in a communal feast acknowledging the apex of another monthly cycle. Your full moon journal might track the full moons of an entire year with a recounting of the gathering—the menu, the guest list, and any other observations you feel inspired to make.
Honoring the dark and full moons with these simple rituals brings our year into a new kind of focus. As we acknowledge the flow of the moon’s cycles, we become more comfortable with the changing nature of our earthly lives, making our peace with each phase, and with the shifting from emptiness to fullness and back again. We strengthen our connection to the universe in which we live and find peace in both emptiness and fullness, each of which are natural and necessary—two sides of the same moon.
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