Every month, when the moon is dark, we are invited to descend within the depth of our soul.
This month the call has been particularly loud and persistent for me.
Suddenly my daily rituals felt no longer enough to support me during these very intense times.
Deep need to stop would quickly be put aside by the need of going out there and make life happen.
And yet, last night I heard the call again.
This time I decided to just drop whatever I was doing and retrieve in my little sacred space.
I sat there for a while before I was actually able to reach a very still place within myself.
It was deep, dark and very still.
And there was just me & my “mini worried me”.
The little me that wants to know it’s all going to be ok.
That all my efforts and hard work will be paid off.
I felt as if I was sitting in front of open waters, the cold breeze on my skin, under a pitch black sky.
I sat there not knowing what was around me.
I could guess, but could see nothing.
And yet, I suddenly sensed that my eyes didn’t need to see.
In the dark vastness, I felt the presence of a dear friend I’d long forgotten.
Mother moon whispered in my ear from afar:
“Child you force yourself to see and forget my light is always here for you.
Trust that you are loved.
Trust that you are guided
Trust the power of your path”.
There comes a time when we all gotta trust even when we are surrounded by uncharted waters.
We’ve got to trust that we are receiving the support we need even when we stand alone in the dark.
Cause we never are really.
Bless you be my friends,