Journey of the Heart

  This poem surfaced out of the place in me that loves the Moon… It emerged in deep honor of other women who, also, love her as much as I do. Moon Lover   by Krista  Katrovas She loves the Moon, wakes at dark dawn, when our Great Goddess, Mother Moon, nudges her gently from dead sleep, as if waking a child for school. Her lessons are learned under the sky, alone, rather than with others. She reads the Moon while soaking in the knowledge only darkness can offer. How to rest, be quiet, reflect, and receive, how to honor the ebb and flow of one’s own energy. She steps outside, beckoned by SHE who regulates the waves, and women’s cycles, all over the world. She moves in a dance kissed by stars “O ut beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing.” She must create a breeze with her arms as she circles. I wonder if the neighbors see her. And if they do, would they watch her, study those early morn...

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 equilibri...