Day 59 – Super Moon

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Dear Super Moon,

You looked splendid tonight. Your rouge-like aura when you first emerged above the horizon made me wonder if you were a bit angry. Did Mars tell you something that pissed you off? Did he tell you that you are not made of rock, but of cheese?

My sweet, you do look beautiful when you are angry. The rush of lunar blood through your valleys gives you a glow of life – of – dare I say – passion. Was that your energy rushing through me? Spreading a renewed sense of vitality, of clarity.

As you ascended your rouge softened to a light pink then an angelic halo of creamy white draped over you like a beautiful, silky shawl. Did you forgive him?

Oh Super Moon, I need your wisdom tonight. I offer you a gift of plumerias, yellow and white, floating along your beams across the ocean. I send you a message in their sweet perfume drifting towards the heavens.

Please teach me how to wax with confidence, to embrace my intelligence, to honor what my eyes see, and to have courage to speak my voice.

Please teach me to take those words I hear from people who wish to keep me down below the horizon of my potential and turn them into wings.

Please remind me to be strong when these events make my energy wane.

If this is too much to ask for one night, I understand.

In the meantime, I will look for you every night, for another lesson.

Aloha.

Day 46 – Love with Abandon


Love with abandon. You have heard this adage before. You have wished for it.  You may have decided you will never know what this means. But you are experiencing it right now, every day, every hour, every minute.

You are loving Earth with abandon.

You think she will support you. You think she will always be by your side. You think she will care for you.

You have forgotten how your actions impact her. You have forgotten to nourish her. You have forgotten her.

When you wash your hair in the morning do you think about where the soap goes? Do you think she will drink it like an elixir of love?

When you go for your morning coffee do you bring your own mug? Or do you think she will take your trash and make diamonds from it?


When you look at her do you only see her beauty or do you see the wounds that you thoughtlessly imprinted on her? Erroneously thinking your love is enough to cure her.

Do you see those marks? They are yours. Only you don’t want to take responsibility for them. You say they are her problem. You say they were there before you met her. You say “I love you” as if it is a magic spell to break all curses.

It isn’t.


Her baggage is your baggage. That is what love means. True love needs care, attention, and respect. How did you forget?

Now is not the time to love with abandon, now is the time to love consciously.

Only then will you know love.

Aloha.

Day 5 – Between Two Worlds

img_8867On my beach walk this morning I realized I was walking between two worlds.

Where the ocean and land meet.

Then I thought about how perhaps we all are walking between two worlds.

Or many worlds.

And perhaps those worlds are only different perspectives of the same world.

The ocean and land are part of Earth, but each yield a different perspective of the Earth.

Religions are different perspectives of spirituality – perhaps – or different perspectives of how to control people.

The water was extra soft this morning. The waves a little less powerful. The sand melted under my feet. There seemed to be less ocean trash.

I wondered how at this very minute there could be so much hate, violence, and injustice happening in other parts of this Earth.

The sun came up behind scattered clouds, a few sunbeams escaped and painted pinks and oranges on the popcorn clouds above me. I felt peace. I felt at peace. I prayed for peace to calm the anger that resides in our hearts.

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Today is the beginning of a new world.