It's so good to be home again, where all of my things are just where I'd left them.
The past week has been full of unexpected twists and another nice dose of exhaustion. It was also sweetened with familiar faces, landscapes, and funny memories of my Grandfather. Even when a soul is old and weary, it is difficult to see them go. I've been imagining him doing all of the things he hasn't been able to do in years: going fishing, chopping firewood and dancing a jig.
I'm manifesting peaceful, intuitive motion this week. In the spirit of the Chariot, I have somewhere to go and a strong drive to get there. This is where I seek to integrate my energy with consciousness, as I grow my faith that things will take their own shape without me charging over the top of them. I intend to become a bit more sturdy, as well.
"We do not just go on to go on.
Endurance means we are making something substantial."-p. 419.
The new moon on Saturday was an opportunity for me to plant a new way of navigating through my world. So far, I'm only idealizing how I'd like to move a bit more gracefully, as I've stumbled over some rocks already! I'm trying not to get my wheels in a rut just a few days in...
I'm calling on the tools I love best to help out with that. I'll share a little bit from my altar and toolbox this week and let you have a peek into the medicine bag. Part of my ungroundedness (nope, not a word) has to do with this goddamned relentless virus being passed. I would really love to see the web of germ passage on paper for this one. The other part is that my usual monthly circle hasn't been able to meet since December. If the creeks don't rise, we'll sit on Saturday. I know full well how much I benefit from sitting in a circle of women and doing our work, but three moons has put me completely out of orbit!!
For me, this first half of the month is about thoughtful, peaceful, direction. How about you? Do you flow with the moon and make hay while she's waxing? Rest while she's waning? What are your cycles like?
