The following is an experience I had this week, while pondering the full moon... more specifics about this full moon are at the end of the article! Enjoy:)
May Moon Musings....
I sit in the hammock, overlooking the water, and I hear more birds than I can possibly name. One is definitely a baby, you can't mistake that caw, the annoying sort of cry, that seems to even get me on edge, although I'm a mother to a mammal- it still seems to call into my center, making me look around, more than once, to see if my own children were in fact calling me from their naps. I wonder what is this babies mother doing? Is she searching for food, or something to fix the nest, or maybe she stopped for one moment for her self this near mother's day weekend... and wanted to look at something beautiful to enrich her own soul? Probably she's on her way, but I'm keeping watch in my own way, wondering. And I keep turning around listening for my own babies awaking...
The pollen is flying around me everywhere. I occasionally sneeze, or here a sneeze from down the lake... it is so thick, there are gobs of it floating on the lake- like a film. The way the ripples flow, it seems as if the water is moving underneath, but there is a layer of dust above it that can't move. It looks like it's snowing, a fuzzy, fairy dust, everywhere, and it brings a smile to my face as if it were the first snow of the season and not seventy degrees.
The air is ripe, and I mean RIPE. I am literally in a mist of sex...seeds and seeds and seeds float around me, under me over me. The pollen is stuck on all surfaces, and floating everywhere else. And it is a waxing spring moon, near mothers day. Would this be the Mating Moon, or the Mother's Moon I wonder? Not sure, but I'm thinking Mating. My own body aches today with it's ripeness of ovulation. Every step I took up the hill to this hammock brought a slight ache to my lower body and back, itself forcing me to slow down and appreciate the connection to the earth, the moon that I too have. I too am in this mix of fertility spinning around me. This month the pain was stronger, much more noticeable, forcing me to remember my connection to the moon right now, to the fertility around me. I look below me, to another example, and acorn has forced itself open, sprouting in hopes to create a new tree, a new life in this sandy soil. I laugh to myself as I wonder- where does life begin for this little tree, is it now, or once it takes root... and think that is not a question I dare think too much on, let's just give the tree a choice in the matter:) He he...
It is warm, humid, sticky, and I want to literally do NOTHING. It is as if I can't do anything. I'm learning the more I journal and watch the moon's cycles, that when this happens, it's usually best to do so. Because when I try, it just falls apart, or worse, I get really frustrated. One of the many very practical lessons I'm gaining from lunar astrology. So, after a short bit of gardening, I sit here, rocking, watching, writing. The moon is in libra, waxing, just days from full. An air sign that normally doesn't stop me so much, but maybe it's not about the sign today, I think it's the ripeness of the air itself. This full moon has such a significant pull on me, because nature itself is overcome by it too. I can actually feel the overwhelming power in the air, the energy around me has flown into my hands as well, and it's like... create... Create... CREATE. I want to hold still and capture this moment, like so many others in my life, like, my children giggling and playing together... and here, myself covered in fuzz, dirt stained clothes, seeds of white cotton in my hair with it blowing all around me. The earth's beauty and I'm all wrapped up in it.
My clothes, as I mentioned, dirt stained, are so because of my earlier gardening. A project I'm working on in completion of my year long priestess work. Another couple of weeks and it will be complete, and priestess will be my title, a title I've held in my heart I think for some time, but still, it feels so good to be almost complete with this level of training. Brigit is the Goddess I'm studying, and I am making a space for her in my northern goddess garden. She is also calling to me... create. She brought that fire in to my hands... and I think She's probably the reason I'm actually writing now- She is the Goddess of Poetry after all:) I want to not just write, oh I want to paint, garden, nurture, love... all of it's there, inside me, and all around me. Then line between myself and the outside world at this point is really fading, and it is as if I am one, meditating in my writing, with all that's around me.
A loon calls, and I see this beautiful golden orange bird down in the cattails. The fish splash, taking away my attention, and I see little mama robin, mouth full of goodies, headed towards her nest in the pines. Is she the mother to that baby I heard? Let's hope so:) I can also see my new white well for Brigid. Oh it's beautiful. This is such a sacred space to me. The bluebirds love to dance here. Sometimes it's as if they speak to me, tell me little spiritual reminders, remember... remember spirit when we get so swept up in the busy-ness of life. Remember Sister.... There are berries and newly planted herbs. They, like all of nature around me, are waiting for the rain to come pouring down the next few days, giving even more life. What could be more inspiring than this place. I see a plant that makes me think of my daughter, a bleeding heart, conceived at this very time of year five years ago. I wonder if that mama bird has lost any of her eggs this year. A blue heron lands, and I get swept up in his fishing practices, and I watch one life end while another one is sustained, I think of the cycle of birth, life, death, as I watch him go up and down the beach on his hunt.... and before long I lose myself to my own thoughts entirely....
So what does all of this mean for this coming full moon? I've been doing a bit of reading and I see that it's really about ripeness, and hope- and if any time, this is a time to DREAM BIG- go for it, do it! This is a fertile, creative time of the year. I often forget that fertility is more than sex and babies, we create so much... and one thing I was reminded of during this meditation was the importance of creating. Art, writing, it isn't something to do 'on the side', or to not do because it isn't productive. Creating IS us. It IS nature. There is no life without it. It is a part of us. I was so inspired to let out my own urges to draw or write just for it's own sake. Shamans know this. They know that creation is spirituality, it is a way of honoring the deities and ourselves. I felt this experience taught me that, and what better time than this May moon?
One of my moon books describes this as the Hare Moon, another as the Mating Moon. Defined mainly by the spring fertility festival, Beltane (May Day), I would also add mother's day! Just as I noticed the mating all around me, this is a time the birds sing love songs, as do all those frogs at dusk! Humans too get swept up in the mix. "Life renews itself" one book says. Oh yes, life renews itself, as my heron ate his fish, and the baby bird called, and the acorn sprouted and my own body ached. What needs renewal in your life this month? How can you draw on the energies of this full moon to pull that along? Or maybe it's already happening, and you need to just step out of the way, and go in step with the rest of what nature is doing right now?
One more thought on this full moon- a quote from "Earth Time, Moon Time by Annette Hinshaw" on looking at ourselves this Month:
"The Mating Moon teaches us that all fertility is the merger of opposites that seed each other and, in merging make something new. This is the lesson of the divine polarities and of such folk wisdom as 'opposites attract' and 'two heads are better than one.'... The balanced energies of the mating Moon are expressed by our understanding that all life fits together in light and shadow, and that we must draw from both to make wholes. So long as we try to exclude one half of what makes us alive and human, calling, for instance our bodies shameful and our minds the highest value, or separating the material and the spiritual, we cannot draw on the wisdom of the Mating Moon or be truly creative, either for ourselves or for others. Trusting in our own intrinsic value is the beginning of knowledge, because to fully trust what we are, we must on a deep level, accept all the parts of ourselves from the mundane necessity to eliminate our body wastes to our loftiest visions... We must begin with loving what and where we are, fully and unreservedly, before we can progress to somewhere else."
I wish you the best during this Moon Time:)
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The pollen is flying around me everywhere. I occasionally sneeze, or here a sneeze from down the lake... it is so thick, there are gobs of it floating on the lake- like a film. The way the ripples flow, it seems as if the water is moving underneath, but there is a layer of dust above it that can't move. It looks like it's snowing, a fuzzy, fairy dust, everywhere, and it brings a smile to my face as if it were the first snow of the season and not seventy degrees.
The air is ripe, and I mean RIPE. I am literally in a mist of sex...seeds and seeds and seeds float around me, under me over me. The pollen is stuck on all surfaces, and floating everywhere else. And it is a waxing spring moon, near mothers day. Would this be the Mating Moon, or the Mother's Moon I wonder? Not sure, but I'm thinking Mating. My own body aches today with it's ripeness of ovulation. Every step I took up the hill to this hammock brought a slight ache to my lower body and back, itself forcing me to slow down and appreciate the connection to the earth, the moon that I too have. I too am in this mix of fertility spinning around me. This month the pain was stronger, much more noticeable, forcing me to remember my connection to the moon right now, to the fertility around me. I look below me, to another example, and acorn has forced itself open, sprouting in hopes to create a new tree, a new life in this sandy soil. I laugh to myself as I wonder- where does life begin for this little tree, is it now, or once it takes root... and think that is not a question I dare think too much on, let's just give the tree a choice in the matter:) He he...
It is warm, humid, sticky, and I want to literally do NOTHING. It is as if I can't do anything. I'm learning the more I journal and watch the moon's cycles, that when this happens, it's usually best to do so. Because when I try, it just falls apart, or worse, I get really frustrated. One of the many very practical lessons I'm gaining from lunar astrology. So, after a short bit of gardening, I sit here, rocking, watching, writing. The moon is in libra, waxing, just days from full. An air sign that normally doesn't stop me so much, but maybe it's not about the sign today, I think it's the ripeness of the air itself. This full moon has such a significant pull on me, because nature itself is overcome by it too. I can actually feel the overwhelming power in the air, the energy around me has flown into my hands as well, and it's like... create... Create... CREATE. I want to hold still and capture this moment, like so many others in my life, like, my children giggling and playing together... and here, myself covered in fuzz, dirt stained clothes, seeds of white cotton in my hair with it blowing all around me. The earth's beauty and I'm all wrapped up in it.
My clothes, as I mentioned, dirt stained, are so because of my earlier gardening. A project I'm working on in completion of my year long priestess work. Another couple of weeks and it will be complete, and priestess will be my title, a title I've held in my heart I think for some time, but still, it feels so good to be almost complete with this level of training. Brigit is the Goddess I'm studying, and I am making a space for her in my northern goddess garden. She is also calling to me... create. She brought that fire in to my hands... and I think She's probably the reason I'm actually writing now- She is the Goddess of Poetry after all:) I want to not just write, oh I want to paint, garden, nurture, love... all of it's there, inside me, and all around me. Then line between myself and the outside world at this point is really fading, and it is as if I am one, meditating in my writing, with all that's around me.
A loon calls, and I see this beautiful golden orange bird down in the cattails. The fish splash, taking away my attention, and I see little mama robin, mouth full of goodies, headed towards her nest in the pines. Is she the mother to that baby I heard? Let's hope so:) I can also see my new white well for Brigid. Oh it's beautiful. This is such a sacred space to me. The bluebirds love to dance here. Sometimes it's as if they speak to me, tell me little spiritual reminders, remember... remember spirit when we get so swept up in the busy-ness of life. Remember Sister.... There are berries and newly planted herbs. They, like all of nature around me, are waiting for the rain to come pouring down the next few days, giving even more life. What could be more inspiring than this place. I see a plant that makes me think of my daughter, a bleeding heart, conceived at this very time of year five years ago. I wonder if that mama bird has lost any of her eggs this year. A blue heron lands, and I get swept up in his fishing practices, and I watch one life end while another one is sustained, I think of the cycle of birth, life, death, as I watch him go up and down the beach on his hunt.... and before long I lose myself to my own thoughts entirely....
So what does all of this mean for this coming full moon? I've been doing a bit of reading and I see that it's really about ripeness, and hope- and if any time, this is a time to DREAM BIG- go for it, do it! This is a fertile, creative time of the year. I often forget that fertility is more than sex and babies, we create so much... and one thing I was reminded of during this meditation was the importance of creating. Art, writing, it isn't something to do 'on the side', or to not do because it isn't productive. Creating IS us. It IS nature. There is no life without it. It is a part of us. I was so inspired to let out my own urges to draw or write just for it's own sake. Shamans know this. They know that creation is spirituality, it is a way of honoring the deities and ourselves. I felt this experience taught me that, and what better time than this May moon?
One of my moon books describes this as the Hare Moon, another as the Mating Moon. Defined mainly by the spring fertility festival, Beltane (May Day), I would also add mother's day! Just as I noticed the mating all around me, this is a time the birds sing love songs, as do all those frogs at dusk! Humans too get swept up in the mix. "Life renews itself" one book says. Oh yes, life renews itself, as my heron ate his fish, and the baby bird called, and the acorn sprouted and my own body ached. What needs renewal in your life this month? How can you draw on the energies of this full moon to pull that along? Or maybe it's already happening, and you need to just step out of the way, and go in step with the rest of what nature is doing right now?
One more thought on this full moon- a quote from "Earth Time, Moon Time by Annette Hinshaw" on looking at ourselves this Month:
"The Mating Moon teaches us that all fertility is the merger of opposites that seed each other and, in merging make something new. This is the lesson of the divine polarities and of such folk wisdom as 'opposites attract' and 'two heads are better than one.'... The balanced energies of the mating Moon are expressed by our understanding that all life fits together in light and shadow, and that we must draw from both to make wholes. So long as we try to exclude one half of what makes us alive and human, calling, for instance our bodies shameful and our minds the highest value, or separating the material and the spiritual, we cannot draw on the wisdom of the Mating Moon or be truly creative, either for ourselves or for others. Trusting in our own intrinsic value is the beginning of knowledge, because to fully trust what we are, we must on a deep level, accept all the parts of ourselves from the mundane necessity to eliminate our body wastes to our loftiest visions... We must begin with loving what and where we are, fully and unreservedly, before we can progress to somewhere else."
I wish you the best during this Moon Time:)
Feel free to email me using the contact form.
Next Moon Journal Entry >>