FULL MOON BLUES by Krista Katrovas

The other night I wept deeply…

I wept for many things really, and came to feel that even in moments where the "blues," are felt, there's power there that can bring us, guide us, towards experiencing a deeper connection with ourselves and the universe.

The blues, are great teachers. And on the other side of blues, profound comfort and deeper inner knowing, is the blessing found through the journey.

Full Moon Blues

by Krista Katrovas

Sometimes it's time to dance

to celebrate life in this way.

At other times,

it's time to cry,

to squeeze the blues

through our hearts,

like a sponge that's full,

ripe for emptying.

There is time

when tears are

our medicine

and leave behind

after their fall,

more room for life to enter.

As we ride the waves

of our hearts,

when they roar like lions,

when we embrace the emotions

a full moon can bring

before the blue returns

like magic

back into purple,

riding the colors of the rainbow, the horizon,

the sunrise and sunset

within and around us,

it's the blues,

the power of

the Full Moon Blues

that also holds the blessing

in our coming to know,

intimacy as with a lover,

the ebb and flow of life

and our profound connection to the Moon.

Krista Katrovas (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. Visit her yoga website here.

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