Hello Moon Beams,
The crescent moon was just a sliver, lying on her back, shimmering in the pre-dawn moments when I settled into this morning’s new beginning. A sliver so slight, she might have seemed fragile if I didn’t know better.
I saw her offering open hands where I could lay the grief and anguish that has been stirring in me since I heard the news about a family, loosely woven with mine, that has been devastated by the death of a family member; a victim of a drive-by shooting as he left the funeral of a friend.
And I saw her offering a blessing bowl, inviting me to fill her with my gratitude, prayers, longings and dreams; enticing me to answer the question, “This day, this time of new beginnings, what seeds will you plant, beloved one?”
Very soon she will slip away entirely, everything I put into those hands and that bowl will dissolve back into formlessness, reminding me of the nature of change and cycles.
And still, when she’s dark, she pulls the tides to their extremes. The waters of my body also being pulled by her rhythm. There is great potency in this time so I offer to this new moon my heart’s longings that are deep and true.
And I trust the departures and returns; the comings and the goings.
I am grateful for endings. I am grateful for beginnings.
Resting in possibilities being planted,
with new moon love,
Sharon |