I wasn’t expecting to be inspired to write anything. I have been practicing ordinary connection to my body. I have a tendency to over use my mental-psychic gifts. I also need to heal my wound to focus on meeting goals. So I am willing to not work on anything and lay around and just BE even though that stresses my out, aka, it puts me face to face with my wound. My intuition is cracking her gentle nurturing whip on this point with me. So I have no expectations or goals for writing this. I am just going to express myself for the sake of expressing myself. The more I do this, the more I am present, and in tune not with my goals but with essence and loosening my assemblage points, heavy burdens, & misery. I am moving in and out of work. Like a beautiful lanky winding dance. I imagine myself belly dancing in the full moon light for my enjoyment. My rags are flowing, my eyes are open towards the moon & stars, and my silhouette is enveloped in the full moon light. That is when something hypnotic takes over me and my movements become meaningful, full of magical lilu energy. A lot of who I am is for no reason to the non-enchanted. To the naked eye my life has no meaning. Appeasing this perception has been my wound to heal lately, that perspective that I’m not living up to my potential because I wasn’t born to have goals. My purpose to live. Live and be an example of what its like when you allow and accept. Its a really simple life with a wide range of experiences. But sometimes I get caught up in making goals and I choke the life and meaning out of my life.
This Full Moon in Libra, which is my birth moon has allowed me to see the beauty and purpose in my personal essence. The non-control of the feminine receptivity vessel is an entity and world unto itself and that is what I am, what I have, and what I give. I listen. This listening becomes a mystical experience. Listening becomes absorption of the essence of nature and what your eyes can see becomes a sensation. A sharing happens and a relationship with life holistic ensues. There is a natural healing in the wind blowing through the green-yellow leaves on trees. If you listen you from your window pane you may hear a story of open-ness, allowance, acceptance of what is, and the willingness to let it all fall away when it’s over. Listening without needing to respond is the secret of feminine creation. You don’t have to stress out to make anything happen. You can listen, breathe and absorb the healing gifts, ride the waves that have always been all around you. Libra Full Moon has reached me and touched my spirit and has deadened my resistance to simple rest and enjoyment of the dew drops that I love so much that lay on top of glass blades in the morning. My sensitivity to life is my life. I share it with all of you. Peace to you and Silim (meaning: ‘health to you’ in ancient Akkadian-Sumerian language)