Category: Seek Joy

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Sensual New Moon in Taurus


New moon in earthy Taurus, lover of sensual pleasures and beauty.

Time to get physical.
Play in the dirt.
Soak in a hot bath.
Savor yummy food.
Smell the flowers.
Take a long walk.
Kiss, hug and touch.

Revel in the pleasures of the physical now.

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Owl Prayers

” I pray to the birds. I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward. I pray to them because I believe in their existence, the way their songs begin and end each day—the invocations and benedictions of Earth. I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.”

~Terry Tempest Williams,
When Women Were Birds

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Owls are one of my personal messengers. A great horned owl has shown up outside my window 3 times in the last 2 weeks. They show up everywhere I live, calling to me before dawn. 

Owl is the wise watcher of the forest – a true visionary.. nothing gets by Owl. 

But Owl’s message can sometimes elude me. They are mysterious creatures that hold deep magic which can be hard for a mere human like me to discern.  At times it takes me days to realize why Owl showed up. But there is always a beautiful message in Owl’s presence, if I take the time to listen.  

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“When the owl sings, the night is silent.”
~Charles de Leusse

Photo of great gray owl
by Mel Clements

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Wild Cravings

“A woman may crave to be near water, or be belly down, her face in the earth, smelling the wild smell. She might have to drive into the wind. She may have to plant something, pull things out of the ground or put them into the ground. She may have to knead and bake, rapt in dough up to her elbows. She may have to trek into the hills, leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain. She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor. She may feel she will die if she doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained, tear-stained, moon-stained.”

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes,
Women Who Run With the Wolves

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Photo: Bear Creek Calls to Me
by NancyL