It is the half lit waxing moon...according to Fiona a time that
follows the dark of the moon where she sat in that dark and surrendered to the
void. Releasing, resting in the deep
wisdom that she opened to receive. As
the first silver of moonlight appeared she gathered and prepared for
regeneration and re-emergence.
Now under the half lit moon she empowers her plans and
anchors her commitment as the moon waxes she will further hone and align the
path she has chosen this cycle.
The half lit Moon calls our attention once again to
balance. It is a time to pause and
reflect on where we are in this moment of the cycle. This is a time for new ideas and inspiration
and we are reminded of the deep caring we need and deserve, and of the eternal,
limitless love and wisdom to be manifest.
I am thinking of this tonight as I sit, peacefully under
that half lit moon. I see it between the
branches of the pinon. Birds in flight
heading for sleep. Bats begin their
swooping. The light changes oh so
suggestively and subtly growing dimmer, through hues of gold, silver, violet
and then disappears. Magic. I am reading Wild and tonight am feeling very
melancholy. A state I rarely find myself
in these days. I am remembering the
three or four months that I was wild and free, a gypsy, exploring the Blue
Ridge Mountains, the Shenandoah Valley, parts of the Trail of Tears in
Tennessee, savoring old barns in Kentucky, North Western Mountains of CO,
Sedona, Walnut Creek, and so much more.
I was untethered, unencumbered and free.
I am not sure if it is sitting outside celebrating the end of day and
welcoming the night, or the book that has me longing. Longing for what? Freedom under that half lit moon, an
opportunity to be untethered again, to roam and explore to savor life without
fear, worry, doubt or constricts?
Perhaps all of these things.
I also remember in my first month sitting way
down canyon watching fireflies. I was
told they were not here in this part of the country…but I know
differently. I saw them that year and
have not seen them again since…but I have that sweet memory with so many more
of being free.
