Blessed are you who bear the light in unbearable times, who testify to its endurance amid the unendurable, who bear witness to its persistence when everything seems in shadow and grief.
Blessed are you in whom the light lives, in whom the brightness blazes – your heart a chapel, an altar where in the deepest night can be seen the fire that shines forth in you in unaccountable faith, in stubborn hope, in love that illumines every broken thing it finds.
“Don’t prioritise your looks my friend, they won’t last the journey. Your sense of humour though, will only get better. Your intuition will grow and expand like a majestic cloak of wisdom. Your ability to choose your battles, will be fine-tuned to perfection. Your capacity for stillness, for living in the moment, will blossom. And your desire to live each and every moment will transcend all other wants. Your instinct for knowing what (and who) is worth your time, will grow and flourish like ivy on a castle wall. Don’t prioritise your looks my friend, they will change forevermore, that pursuit is one of much sadness and disappointment. Prioritise the uniqueness that make you you, and the invisible magnet that draws in other like-minded souls to dance in your orbit. These are the things which will only get better.”
“Life is a good teacher and a good friend. Things are always in transition, if we could only realize it. Nothing ever sums itself up in the way that we like to dream about.
…To stay with that shakiness — to stay with a broken heart, with a rumbling stomach, with the feeling of hopelessness and wanting to get revenge — that is the path of true awakening. Sticking with that uncertainty, getting the knack of relaxing in the midst of chaos, learning not to panic — this is the spiritual path. Getting the knack of catching ourselves, of gently and compassionately catching ourselves, is the path of the warrior. We catch ourselves one zillion times as once again, whether we like it or not, we harden into resentment, bitterness, righteous indignation — harden in any way, even into a sense of relief, a sense of inspiration.”
~ Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart Heart Advice for Difficult Times
This is a good morning to kiss your demons and change them into dark angels. Do not drive them away or they will return. Lust is not a demon but a dark angel filled with un-created star nectar. Anger is not a demon but a dark angel of healing fire dancing in your amygdala. Grief is not a demon but a dark angel bearing seven oceans of love in one jar. The demon of depression who lives underground keeps Wisdom hostage, binding her dark angel bones in delicious mycelia. The dark angel of addiction brings gifts under one broken wing, and uses the other to help you fly, for one of yours is broken too. If you do not bow to your dark angels, they will possess you and you will have to act them out. So breathe them in, let them become your shouts and sighs, pants of lust and terror in your lungs. Now exhale and dissolve them into the clear ocean of awakening. They don’t possess you, you possess them. Your dark angels have become the blue sky, a swirl of hummingbirds, tree frogs discussing everything. But beware of enlightened teachers who claim no darkness. They will lead you into a deeper darkness, the shadow that hides from itself. Against your beautiful demons a true teacher will never set your heart. A true teacher will empower you to kiss them with that kiss which the mind gives to its most terrible thoughts, so that names, images, teeth marks, hieroglyphs of veins scrawled on the cave of your liver, neurons twisted into Sanskrit etching ancient spells into your hippocampus, the rippling gristle-flower of sound in your bellybutton, all disappear into one Body, this Body, where you taste the starless wine of night itself and give birth to tomorrow’s sun.
maybe it is her birth which she holds close to herself or her death which is just as inseparable and the white wind that encircles her is a part just as the blue sky hanging in turquoise from her neck oh woman remember who you are woman it is the whole earth
New moon in Scorpio, queen of watery depths, secrets, storms and magic. Jupiter and Pluto are playing together. Mars just went direct and Venus passed through a moon gate…
Whew. If you’re feeling wrung out and emotionally exhausted, you are not alone. What a wild and stormy time!
Create a calm, quiet space to nest and rest. Think soft blankets, warm comfort foods, happy movies, slow walks in nature, long hot baths. Nurture yourself. And if tears come, allow them to flow. Scorpio can be quite wet and watery.
Every new moon is a wonderful time to set intentions for the next cycle. After nesting and resting awhile, consider what you want to focus on or create in the next month.
Sacred Mother give me roots within your heart. Let my mind and imagination soar in the vastness of you. Let my words and actions express your peace, your joy, your wisdom. Mama, wrap your energy around me and pull me all the way into you.
Photo: Altar to the Earth Mother,2016 by Nancy Lankston