May I trust in the wisdom of the plants and the animals and the water. May I hear the message whispered in my ear that is for me alone. May I live with confidence that my soul is eternal and my heartbeat and the heartbeat of the world are one. May I remember the Earth is my Mother. May I feel my hand in Hers and have no fear. May I welcome the gifts that come my way.
The deer say be gentle with you It is a time to be courageous in gentler ways People cannot bully their way into creating magic It is the gentle heart that will find the way forward It is the gentle hearted who will find strength in the journey who know that their gentle ways are forged with love There IS nothing stronger.
New moon in dreamy, watery Pisces. Venus and Neptune (ruler of water and dreams) are hanging out nearby.
Expect your feelings to run wide and deep. Give yourself space to feel whatever bubbles up. Simply breathe and acknowledge the feelings that surface. No need to judge or fix them; just allow them to express and they will pass through you like a spring storm.
A Pisces new moon is also the perfect time to try conscious dreaming. Before going to sleep, set an intention to remember a dream or two. Ask for dreams of guidance and insight regarding your next steps and what the future holds for you. Or ask for help with a problem you’re experiencing.
Put paper and pen near your bed so you can jot down any images, phrases, or insights that come to you in your dreams. You will be amazed at the wisdom your dreams have to offer.
The Wild will call you back. Through half-remembered dreams and sunsets painted in burnt sienna and vermillion flames she will call you back home. The coyotes will wake you from your sleep with their clarion call to keep your eyes wide open.
How long have you been sleeping? How much have you forgotten?
The Wild will call you back. She will hang you upside down and shake the nonsense from the pockets of your mind. She will strip your soul naked leaving you raw and exposed under the searing glare of the gods. Offer up the holiness of your confusion and questions. Dress yourself in fireflies and attune your senses to awe while you learn the slow seduction of courting your muse.
Brush the stardust from your wings and wipe the ocean from your eyes. Flex your claws dig your roots deep down into the fertile earth and show your fangs. Gather pollen on your legs and speak in venom and honey. Peel back your colonized tongue and let it hiss and purr and growl and scream.
Do you remember how to stalk as predator and how to surrender as prey?
The Wild will call you back. The owls know your real name and will call you from the darkness of night to dance under the moon. Crack your heart open with your ancestors’ bones and dance in the ecstasy of your love and your grief with flailing limbs bloody knees and mud-stained feet. Braid mugwort into your hair and dream yourself awake.
The Wild will call you back. She will teach you how to die again and again and how to die well. There is no difference between your funeral pyre and your birth canal. Do not bother to try and stop the bleeding. Love with the gentleness and ferocity of your whole soft tender being. Feed the spirits with your beauty and sweetness and ask them to show you the way home. ⠀ ~Gina Puorro www.ginapuorro.com
“The worst thing we ever did was put God in the sky out of reach
pulling the divinity from the leaf, sifting out the holy from our bones, insisting God isn’t bursting dazzlement through everything we’ve made a hard commitment to see as ordinary, stripping the sacred from everywhere to put in a cloud man elsewhere, prying closeness from your heart.
The worst thing we ever did was take the dance and the song out of prayer made it sit up straight and cross its legs removed it of rejoicing wiped clean its hip sway, its questions, its ecstatic yowl, its tears.
The worst thing we ever did is pretend God isn’t the easiest thing in this Universe available to every soul in every breath”
~Chelan Harkin from her book, ‘Susceptible to Light’
For many of us, this may be the first time in our lives that we have felt so little control over our own destiny and the destiny of those we love. This lack of control initially feels like a loss, a humiliation, a stepping backward, an undesired vulnerability. However, recognizing our lack of control is a universal starting point for a serious spiritual walk towards wisdom and truth.
To be in control of one’s destiny, job, or finances is nearly an unquestionable moral value in Western society. The popular phrase “take control of your life” even sounds mature and spiritual. It is the fundamental message of nearly every self-help book. On a practical level, it is true, but not on the big level. Our bodies, our souls, and especially our failures teach us this as we get older. We are clearly not in control, as this pandemic is now teaching the whole planet.
Learning that we are not in control situates us correctly in the universe. If we are to feel at home in this world, we have to come to know that we are not steering this ship. That teaching is found in the mystical writings of all religions. Mystics know they are being guided, and their reliance upon that guidance is precisely what allows their journey to happen. We cannot understand that joy and release unless we’ve have been there and experienced the freedom for ourselves.