“NEW MOON in CANCER is teaching us to dive deep within to uncover the hidden pearls of self-love and compassion. While the seas of change threaten to bring us under, we must find our feminine flow and ride the currents to new shores.” ~ Mystic Mamma
I’d hoped to emerge a fresh maiden with the rising energy currents of tomorrow’s New Moon. Alas, although my mind and heart are alive with ideas and inspiration, by body hasn’t quite caught up yet. I’ve finally overcome the flu, but other health issues are slowing me down still. Along with winter’s cold grip, it’s got me feeling like an old broken crone. So I’m focusing on giving me body the rest and tender care that it needs.
Sometimes self-care is easier said than done. There is an underlying urge to push myself to do more even when my body is asking for the opposite. Half the battle is giving myself permission to take the time that I need and remembering to stay centred in awareness so that I return that space of inner peace and then just listen to what my body and soul are asking right now. Nonetheless, I’m managing to breathe and journey through life in a gentle way as I quietly gather more strength. I’ve put various tasks, chores and the need to be doing on hold for a bit and am drawing on my ‘inner mother’ whose nurturing I need to love and heal myself.
While I’ve chosen to surrender to this period of sacred pause and won’t be jumping into action as soon as I’d hoped, I am still holding my intentions in my heart, visioning and dreaming them into being, quietly under the warm blankets and between sips of delicious chocolate banana smoothies. One of such dream is an inner beauty meditation. It will be the first free sample of a series of audio meditations I am creating in the near future. I hope to have this first meditation completed and ready to share in the next couple weeks. It’s something dear to me because I created when I needed to release a negative self-perception and learn see more value and beauty within. So using this meditation has had a profound effect on me and I hope that I can share the experience with others too.
In the meantime, may the vibrations of the New Moon bless the intentions and dreams in your heart, as well as guide you to a place of self-love, compassion and divine feminine flow.
“In the distance I hear the quiet rumble of thunder. The taste of fresh mystery hangs in the air like a thick layer of honey ready to be licked up by willing souls who go out into the rain in search of something sacred.” (Excerpt from chapter 3 of my book, Wild Essence)
Sunday at midnight, the gusts of wind that stirred before the storm drew me outside. The trees swayed wildly to and fro. Lightening lit up the sky here and there, the thunder a gentle rumble. As the night stars disappeared under a blanket of dark grey clouds, I revelled in the comfort of the cool wind that whipped against my skin.
Soon dark corners of the garden became visible as my eyes adjusted to night vision. It reminded me of those summer nights playing outside ‘til late at night, hide-and-go-seek in the dark, hiding in the bushes. I remember the yellow-green glow of wild hare and wild cats’ eyes in the moonlight up in the hills behind our row of neighbourhood houses. It was so eerie and mystical at the same time. Perhaps it was the nostalgia, but a part of me wanted to prance around the midnight garden and climb in the spaces between the shrubs and trees the way we used to back then.
When the rain came down (and heavily so), it felt like it was washing away the residue of a difficult week. The past week has required lots of deep breaths, self-nurturing, green juices, turmeric and ginger tonics and moments of stillness to retreat. My health wasn’t at its best, we had a death in the family, my father-in-law landed in hospital and various other stressful situations seemed to crop up all at once. So the cleansing vibration of the timely rain seemed to wash away the tension I’d been carrying.
Something in me wondered if this was the last storm I’d see in a while. I hope not. But living in a summer rainfall area means that as we descend deeper into autumn and then winter, the rain soon fades away. Winter here in the central interior means dry blue sunny skies. I do love the sun (especially when my house is freezing) and mild winters, but sometimes I also miss the wet coastal winters and occasional snow-capped mountains of the parts of the country that I grew up in. Yes, we have our cold snaps and chilly days as one would expect, but much less wetness to quench my thirsty ombrophiliac soul.
This is probably why in recent years, I’ve set myself a challenge – to find new things to love about the changing seasons, new ways to soothe my soul and seek out the healing and lessons of Nature. It’s always an adventure to see what will be discovered in the new season. And with my sense of wellbeing now renewed, I look forward to discovering the wild whispers that find their way to me as the dark months unfold.