There is a flame dwelling across the valleys and the plains, beyond the mountains and over the seas of our collective pain.
I welcome you back, Moon
Back to the space between my brows
Your senses are heightened, your intuition is ripe. This is the time to explore, to play, to indulge your curiosity and trust your instincts.
You know these boundaries well, dear Moon,
for you shine brightest in the dark
and so I nodded to you in your full time bloom
as you showered me with light
Step into the waters of your grief, this world’s grief. Wade if you can. The waters of the Earth contain the collective tears of our Mothers and Fathers, Sisters, Brothers and Ancestors.
She is the inverse, the growl of my days and purr in the night.
You who I hear
murmuring in the night
when you know I’m half awake
half dreaming of
Slow down to speed up. For it is on our dreams, daydreams and imaginations that we access the fuel for our ideas. Not because those places are better than our waking physical reality, but because that process of shifting, of allowing ourselves to experience both completes us.
I exist. Is there sound to that?
I exist. Is there heart in that?
I exist. There is no hand to mold me but my own.
On the lunar stage, Virgo doesn’t request admiration, though her stunning ability to create some order amongst the chaos, to make chaos itself feel somehow orderly, deserves resounding applause.