This first spring full moon is having a walloping dose of introspection as my shadow sides are being shaken to the core…
It’s all about timing.
I am riding a rough wave along the Milky Way into the moonlight. Feels like a surfboard hit me in the head but I keep swimming.
It’s a moonbeam of truth.
Seeing some truths can feel a bit overwhelming. I feel like the small metal ball being sprung into a pinball machine. The bumpers are planets and the lights are the stars. I’m lighting up the lights and racking up the score. Sometimes, like now, it reads: tilt.
Healing, wisdom, insight and growth are cyclical like the phases of the moon. Similarly we have an opportunity to embrace whatever feelings and emotions surface alongside these phases.
Staying with these feelings is something I work on.
The moon has a harmonious partnership with the sun. There is equanimity as they dance in the sky. It is a perfect example of equilibrium in the tenacious duality of all relationships. My automatic nightlight of aha just went on.
Tonight, I graciously welcome this first full moon of spring as she pours forth her mystical, healing, spiritual and illuminating qualities.
The moon fully allows us to see into the folded parts of our self.
Therefore, I offer to her what doesn’t serve me any longer. My spiritual growth plates are shifting.
The following is my poem written during the two full moons of last August. It was my first conscious awareness of the healing propensities of her lovely ‘mooness.’
What I received then is much different than now. I respect that.
Full Moon Spirit Rising
An ancient wisdom radiates
tree branches glow
there’s a lineage of messages
tree roots grounded
Lichen and moss coiled within
An interlaced, magnificent blanket of
Softness, a meadow, a chalice
A loving embrace of healing
Light and warmth
The moon flower opens
The moon spirit sees an
Unfolding, shedding, surrendering
The masks poignantly poised
A superimposed melody
Aiming for harmony
The moon’s glow permeates
The sun from within reaching oneness with the moon.
The moon crescendos with Venus
Carefully listens to Saturn
To be guided by Jupiter
The stars are the limbs of a spiritual awakening
|Moon Goddess painting by Mollie Kellogg|
Carolyn Riker is an elementary teacher, mental health counselor, writer and a poet who finds comfort and balance in her kids, nature, music and her sweet cat Copper. She can be seen sipping soy lattes, nibbling on dark chocolate or savoring a full-bodied red wine. Introspective, forthright, kind and compassionate, she intertwines life with yoga, meditating and learning about Vedic Astrology and Ayurveda. She also writes for Elephant Journal and Rebelle Society. Carolyn can be reached via her e-mail address email@example.com or on facebook here.
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