It Must Be a Full Moon

It must be a Full Moon, because the fatigue in my eyes is no match for the stirring in my center
The night breeze lifts my hair and whispers “Create”
Bedtime was hours ago, and yet I feel infinite, timeless
I am the moment

A pull from my chest toward the messy kitchen that I felt too tired to clean just hours ago now calls me to scrub, wipe, clear, beautify
Nevermind that the kitchen floor could use sweeping; it’s now the perfect dance floor
And so I’ll surrender to Luna’s playful encouragement to twirl and spin and sway and squat

The mat I meant to roll up is inviting me to play in its space, sensually floating between layers of breath and deliciously explore all of my body’s collagenic grooves

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Clear Vision

The Capricorn Full Moon awoke me from my sleep and shook my shoulders
“What are you doing my dear child?! Don’t you see?”
Moonbeams electrified my veins and suddenly I realized that I had been so foolish, so armored, so afraid.
Only looking forward, I hadn’t seen the beautiful gift that laid at my feet
It wasn’t until this gift was deflated, dull, and making its turn toward more grateful waters that I could see it’s once-vibrant state
“Wait!” I yelled, reaching out and grasping at its sunken edges
“I want you! I need you! I appreciate you! I’m so sorry I couldn’t see.”
I don’t doubt that a wise, observant goddess dipped her finger into the cosmic cauldron and gave it a swirl, revealing to me the vast chasm between the truth and my perception.
And so, I am surrendered
, finally seeing, humbly naked, heart wide open.