Friday, January 18, 2019

FULL MOON ECLIPSE: DEATH AND REBIRTH

     We must not be too afraid of death, our friend and constant companion in these lives of ours. In a few days the earth comes between the light of the Sun and the round surface of the Moon, eclipsing her. A great poet has died yesterday, Mary Oliver, who wrote about the mystery of life and who mused on the mystery of death. Her death is a summons to the poetry in us, to arise, emerge and be shared. To speak the amazement of our lives, while we are alive.
     Writing a post today: Write the energy as it speaks to you, your own unique and heartfelt and mysterious musings, not so dramatic or black and white as the news. You want to share something important, a pulse of meaning, a nugget of caring, a stream of kindness and goodwill, a ray of subtle bright colors. Only when I let the words tumble out onto the table and stack them with care, only then does it feel right. Or toss them onto the page like tarot cards, to be read by some reader wiser than myself.

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