I walked barefoot in the soft light of the rising sun, exploring this tiny corner of Earth I call my own. I opened my heart to connection – with Goddess and with the wild whispers of the garden. Would she grace me with her presence and the inspiration that I craved to satiate my ever seeking soul? Each morning I approach my practice with the hope and trust that it will be so.
As I looked around, receptive to what may come, I noticed a dead leaf dancing mid-air. Mysteriously. Fae-like. The breeze picked up and it spun and twirled like a ballerina in concert. I was confused for a moment, because I couldn’t figure out how this disembodied leaf seemed to dance mid-air in the same spot, unattached to any branch. I soon realised that it was swinging on a fine gossamer thread of a broken spider’s web. For that brief moment, when the science behind this dancing leaf that was held up by an unseen thread was unexplained, it was magic.
Sometimes Goddess is that invisible thread weaving miracles and blessings into our lives. It made me think about how we often want to understand the ‘how’ behind the magic. We can’t see how we will get from here to where we want to be. We don’t believe that certain things are possible for us, so we doubt. We forget that we don’t always have to know how or why. We forget that even when we can’t see the invisible thread, Goddess is pulling strings, building paths and highways to our dreams.
Life is an continuously unfolding story that we are writing with our souls. If you knew every twist and turn, the details of every moment and the outcome of every experience from the outset, would you still bother to write and live through a predictable plot? Most writers will tell you that the joy of the journey is in the mystery and the unknown or often unexpected places that you are taken to in the process.
As this insight sank into my soul, the voice of wildness whispered: “There is an unseen world a work behind the scenes. Trust the hand that guides you, even when you don’t always know what to do next.”
When the sun starts sinking on the horizon and the first stars of night slowly begin to emerge, there are whispers outside my writing window that call me out to play. The evening primroses in their buttery yellow splendour open up and fill the air with fragrant beauty.
Did you know that some flowers only open at night?
I’d almost forgotten until these mysterious evening primroses began to charm me with their magic. Like elusive little creatures, they spread their petals to greet the dark starry sky, coming out to dance in the moonlight. They take me by surprise every time, because I keep forgetting that they are there, until I see them when I’m take my evening tea and watch the last light of day fade away.
The nights have been alive with an enigmatic sense of sacredness lately. I feel the unseen world creeping mischievously, lurking in the shadows, stringing together charms from the moonlight and writing spirit poems amongst the stars. A few nights ago, for the first time in years, I saw an owl. It flew right over us while we were enjoying a lovely supper outdoors at a friend’ place. It felt so special, this feathered symbol of wisdom and Divine feminine intuition gracing me with its presence. And then yesterday evening, I discovered a little friend in my bedroom – a frog. He too brings special messages, ones of transition, transformation and cleansing.
So, I’m left with the feeling that something is happening behind the scenes, though I don’t fully understand what as yet. I’ll thus do what I’ve learning to do best in recent times. I will remain open to what is coming my way and until then I will surrender, trust and flow with the grace of Goddess.
I am told that tonight’s full moon in Taurus highlights our need for security and home comforts. Today is therefore a time for stillness, pampering and according to mysticmamma.com – “a time to connect with the nurturing and supportive energy of Mother Earth and remember the peace that comes when we simply take a moment to breathe deeply and enter the stillness.”
I am certainly feeling the need for some quietude, rest and perhaps a walk in nature to relax my soul before tonight’s full moon ceremony.
Last full moon, I sat in the garden under the glow of Grandmother Moon. A candle flickered beside me while I tied together five sticks to craft a pentagram. I imagined streams of moon beams and Goddess love being woven into this little creation as I put it together. The inspiration to make one came about because several months before I had a dream about walking in a forest collecting sticks and fallen twigs to make a pentagram with. So when my husband and I escaped to a wood cabin on the edge of a forest in July, I collected fallen sticks from the forest floor when we went for daily walks. I’d been holding on to them for a while, waiting for the right moment to make it. That moment seemed to arrive last month as the Blood moon rose against the night sky.
It felt good and somehow familiar, as though a piece of my timeless soul was reconnecting with a forgotten place or time. As a result, I’ve decided to find ways to include similar creative activities that allow me to waeve threads of wildness, sacredness and my intuitive feminine essence into my full moon ceremony.
So tonight, in addition to releasing blocks and examining my ideas of what security, feeling safe and being supported means to me, I’ll be tea crafting, making new batches moon energy infused soul soothing blends, mixing together black tea leaves and dried herbs from the garden. Taking inspiration from Lindsay Luna of Danmala Tea, also I’ll be making to make a tea mandala in addition to my usual tea meditation ritual. I loved what she shared in her Tea Mandala ebook and am looking forward to trying my hand at crafting my own. The tea enthusiast in me feels fed when exploring daily tea rituals and meditations in new ways.
How are you observing the full moon?
Wishing you love, light and mystery with whatever you do.