Grief Work

If you come as softly
As wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.
If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.
You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.
And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why, now.
Or how, or what you do.
We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich earth between us
Shall drink our tears.

~Audre Lorde

New Moon in Cancer

A New Portal Opens

New moon in Cancer, the nurturing mama. This new moon is amplified by the annular solar eclipse that occurred right after the moon reached zero point in Cancer. New moon energies of change and transformation are running even higher than normal.

This natural seed point is the perfect time to get still and examine your current life. Think about what you want to seed and grow.

What is not serving you that you can now release?
What do you want to turn your energy and focus toward?
What do you want to add to your life?
What does your Soul crave?
How can you move in that direction, even if it’s only a few baby steps?

This time is a portal into your future. Allow yourself to ponder, fantasize and dream about which door you will choose to step through.

Cancer is a watery, highly emotional sign. Be gentle with yourself as you ponder your life and your future.

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Solstice By Moonlight

 

‪Full moon in watery Cancer lights up the longest night in the northern hemisphere. This is a traditional time of rest and reflection. Sit in the stillness of winter solstice and breathe with the slow flow of nature in winter. Slow down and enjoy the quiet gifts of the season.

#FullMoon
#SolsticeLight ‬

Trickster Full Moon

Full moon in airy Gemini, the loquacious trickster. All this Gemini air and Sagittarius fire may trick you. Try to resist the urge to leap into something new right now. Now is not the time for sudden changes. There is no need to rush. Slow down, take a breath & consider all your options.

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#SlowDown
#NoRush

New Moon in Libra

New Moon in Libra, the airy sign of balanced relationships.  With so much polarizing information swirling around you, it can be difficult to maintain your inner balance. This new moon is the perfect time to pause and listen for the wisdom of Soul within.

Ask how you can restore your own balance so you can relate to others from a calm neutral space.

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Tarot Card for this Libra New Moon

Page of Vessels

contemplate, envision, open to new perceptions

Sometime Love Means Shouting NO!

Trump sneer

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.
Without them humanity cannot survive.

~Dalai Lama

I have been sitting still, watching and listening, for decades.  Writers are natural observers and I am no exception. I love watching people and events from the sidelines.  But in the past few weeks, it has become more and more difficult for me to simply sit still and observe.

I have been watching and listening for months as Donald Trump encourages his followers to act from a place of hatred and rage. In the beginning, Mr. Trump seemed like a bad joke – a blowhard reality TV star runs for president, really?! But now he has managed to become the Republican nominee for President of the United States, and this ridiculous political side show just got very very scary.

I want to run screaming into the street and stop cars. I want to ask everyone I meet if they have listened carefully to what Mr. Trump says in speech after speech.  I want to insist that they follow me home to my living room where I can show them clip after clip of Trump gleefully inciting hatred and racism and divisions between people. And I want to remind them of what McCarthy and other peddlers of hate have done to our country in the past.  I want to beg people to not let that happen again.

But I won’t do that. I won’t run into the street and stop strangers. I would be labeled crazy. I won’t make people sit still, watch and LISTEN to what Donald Trump has been saying for months.  I wish I could but I cannot.

What I can do is express my deep fear about what Donald Trump may do if he becomes our President. I can voice my concerns to family and friends, and to you, my readers. I can tell you how disturbed I am by all the vitriol and fear that Mr. Trump is selling.

I believe that love is always the answer. And sometimes love requires that we stand up and shout NO, this is NOT OK!  Sometime love requires that we step out of our comfort zone and enter the fray.  

Mr. Trump’s vision of America is NOT my vision. He does NOT speak for me or the Americans I know and love.

Polite silence is not the answer. Sitting still is not the answer. So I am standing up and shouting NO! every chance I get. I am telling family and friends exactly what I have observed in this man who wants to be my president. And I am doing it in the name of love and unity and compassion.

I hope you will stand up and join me.

“Trump came one breath short of advocating a police state tonight
(it is not an accident that David Duke tweeted such great applause)…
I pray the better angels of America will rise up and
dissolve all the hatred that was spewed
into our body politic tonight.” 

~Marianne Williamson,  July 21, 2016

The Mending

Trees in Fall

The Mending

There comes a time

when the mending is out of our hands.

It falls beyond the reach 

of needle and thread,

of determined fixing and worn self help patches,

all manner of effort falls short.

When the unraveling comes

do not be afraid;

the Unmaker stands before

a greater loom where

chyrsalises are shed, 

tight knots in life unspooled to the floor

the splendor of leaves fall from the trees

returning to the humility of ground

a glint of ebony on the raven’s wing,

as the black thread is shuttled,

back and forth, our questions,

back and forth, crashing wave to shore

rocked by the drum of the heartbeat

lungs empty and fill again,

until the essential nature

of a larger design speaks

quieting us with

the eloquence of stillness.

Simple as a breath, 

into the great unwinding we go

we are rendered out of our hunting grounds,

and delivered into something that opens our eyes;

we become kin to the seasons and

kneel before the wise counsel of winter

bare and humbled

reaching toward our inner sky.

by Margo Stebbing