“The Goddess gradually retreated into the depths of forests or onto mountaintops, where she remains to this day in beliefs and fairy stories. Human alienation from the vital roots of earthly life ensued, the results of which are clear in our contemporary society.
But the cycles never stop turning, and now we find the Goddess reemerging from the forests and mountains, bringing us hope for the future, returning us to our most ancient human roots.”
Sacred mother moon
The soft yin
This poem bubbled up after I bathed in moonlight on the spring equinox full moon. Mother moon gave me the soft, tender and nurturing feminine energies that I had craved without realizing it. Thank you mother moon. I am so grateful.
Practice: Moon bathing is a lot like sun bathing, only done in moonlight! Simply relax and expose your skin to moonlight. As you absorb her light, open to whatever wisdom mother moon chooses to offer you.
Try moon bathing at the full moon, dark moon, crescent moon… whatever phase of the moon calls to you.
I wonder why
the Prophet must come down
from a mountain peak in the sky
holding stone-carved commandments?
Why can’t She
meander like a stream
out of the valley
with ripe berries in her hand?
I wonder why
we build the story of our dream
on pillar, steeple,
palace and penthouse.
Why not waken to the smell
of hay grass after rain,
run our gaze along the gentle curve
of wine-gold hills and scarlet
poppies clustered at a desert spring?
Why not come home to silence
like evening mist,
hearts pierced by a bell
of red-winged blackbird?
I wonder why
nations won’t drop their borders
like a veil,
gather naked in the fire-lit circle
of our village shaman, the Sun,
share electric juices
of the ancient forest,
roil brown hips in harvest dances,
entangling all our chromosomes
in the body of a single
I wonder why
all our prayers are not
the sound of this breath
moving in and out,
‘Enough, enough, enough…’
Life may seem a bit wild and surreal right now. But the full Moon is with Virgo, the earth priestess. Virgo reminds us that honoring earth through ritual can bring us back down to ground.
Connect with this beautiful planet through a simple prayer, song, chant, offering, meditation or movement now. Find anchor in the storm.
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“The magic of eclipse season is here: have you heard the call to adventure? New moons are already powerful starting points, but when they are eclipses, their effect is magnified. What transpires can feel destined. It’s like stepping into a fast moving stream and letting yourself be carried.
It can feel daunting: sink or swim. It can also feel like pressure: if I don’t jump in, will I miss my opportunity?
There are two very different energies at play in the current chart: one is fast and swift (fire signs) and the other far more considerate and considered (four planets in the sign of Capricorn).
The Capricorn new moon eclipse may have seeded some ideas for you and you may be feeling the urgency of the call to step up, ready or not. What do I want/need to see manifested in the world? How can I be a reliable and dependable leader for others? What are the answers or solutions that I can provide?
On the other hand, today Venus moves into the fire archetype of Sagittarius, the symbol of which is an arrow. Need I say more? Fire signs don’t wait around: they move. Nor do they pussy-foot around: they get to the point…”
Earth, Teach Me to Remember
Earth, teach me stillness
as the grasses are stilled with light.
Earth, teach me suffering
as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth, teach me humility
as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth, teach me caring
as the mother who secures her young.
Earth, teach me courage
as the tree which stands alone.
Earth, teach me limitation
as the ant which crawls on the ground.
Earth, teach me freedom
as the eagle which soars in the sky.
Earth, teach me resignation
as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth, teach me regeneration
as the seed which rises in the spring.
Earth, teach me to forget myself
as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth, teach me to remember kindness
as dry fields weep in the rain.
~A prayer from the North American Ute tribe