Blessed New Moon in Pisces, dear ones.
These last few days of the waning moon have been interesting for me. For the first time that I can remember, I have been missing the moon. I have been longing for her light, almost pining in anticipation for her to return.
I have become to used to seeing her by the seashore when I walk my dog at sunset...I feel joy at seeing her first sliver of light return and in watching her as she grows full in the sky, reaching higher, and then descending parallel to the sun in her fullness, slowing descending deeper away from the horizon line as she wanes in light...
I miss her. I simply miss her.
In these days approaching the new moon I have watched my resistance to the dark-moon phase of my inner landscape. I have noticed aversion to the necessary seclusion at this time, aversion to the haunting thoughts of the mind, aversion to the anger and frustration that reveal themselves before the new moon time of my own body.
I am remembering that this phase is as much a part of the moon as is all her other phases of light. This phase of darkness is equal in worth to all the rest, albeit it's undeniable differences from the other lunar phases. How can I still know her, how can I still be near this Beloved Moon, even when I can no longer see her light?
This cycle for me is one of learning to let go, again, perpetually. To be with the darkness of the mind without fear. To know it is not me, but something I am observing. To give space for it. To listen to it. To comfort it, and to love it.
I am wishing you all a very blessed new moon, and with much anticipation I await the return of the light.