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| "Moon in my hand", photo: Sage Wilson age 11 |
My dear friend, Ji-Ling, reminds me of the sacred practice of naming our Moons each time she becomes full again. In fact, as I begin this post, a beautiful (I'm sure of it) email awaits my eyes, certainly about this moon and her poetic and personal interpretations of it. I anticipate the read and the closeness I feel when I read other's lunar whims.
This Moon for me is the love moon.
I'm re-learning to love from a deeper place - I'm re-learning what it means to be a friend, a support, an open ear, and a member of a family. I'm learning bit by bit how to help my children learn, too. These are vulnerable and tender lessons but so very worthy. I trust that, like the grinch, my heart pangs are merely from growing, and sure enough - soon enough - the love will be even more than I imagined.
In my waiting, I ponder and dream. I am temporarily homebound without a car and simultaneously iced and snowed in, awaiting the completion of more arduous tasks which await my attendance. In the meantime, I deepen my quietness, make dense teas, and ask questions. How can I be a better friend? How can I speak my truth and leave judgement behind? How can I reach out and tell my distant family members that I care, despite never being able to travel to see them. I long to make heart connections with the people who mean so much to me, in an overly-busy and stoic world.
In my waiting and shifting I play with my blog colors, like a painter might paint the background of a new picture, or a dancer might change costumes for a new piece. I try little things to encourage my creativity.
I long to heal the suffering body and spirit of my dear family friend. I long to sooth the fear and longing of his wife. I nourish myself so I may nourish others.
My practice for this moon is to activate love.
What is your Full Moon moon this month, dear readers?
I really do. It's a place of abundance for me. Wells of wisdom, moments of serendipity, and a refuge from the greedy world. Today I came across some real treasures, that I can't wait to get my nose in. Sometimes kids books are the best; they spell things out and are usually very well organized. I love that I found books just on one single topic or plant, and the really cool one at the top is a real find - it's near impossible to find an herb book with the name stories in in, much less in one spot. This will really come in handy as it will also for those of you who have recently been talking with me about teaching herbs to kids.