And so we reach the fourth full moon of the year. This one seems to have come round so fast I can’t even fathom that it’s been four weeks. I’ve seen it getting super bright in the sky but haven’t witnessed it in all its glory yet so hoping to catch it tonight in a yoga class on The Flats.
As I rambled in one of my previous full moon posts, this space is such an incredible place to soak up the energy of the sun and moon as they set and rise at opposing sides of the landscape. The sun rising in the East and setting in the West; the moon rising in the West and setting in the East. Tonight I’m hoping for a spectacular rose-tinted vision of Pink Moon – another Supermoon at that – and coral skies.
Named the Pink Moon for the blushing blooms of a North American wildflower that appears around this time – creeping or moss phlox (Phlox subulata), it is also fittingly a Scorpio moon. Right up there in my sign, for whatever that’s worth.
It feels like a positive moment anyway. One for resetting and accepting. As things start to get busier again, I’m going to make a conscious effort to pull back a bit as I can already feel myself getting a bit anxious about being on a hamster wheel. I’m going to get my head down writing my book and set some exercise routines and goals so I’m stretching and connecting with my body more regularly. I’ve done a major spring clean of the house and garden and am enjoying the subsequent peace and unblocking of energy. And I want to wax lyrical on my keyboard but also be outside more. The bits I enjoyed of lockdown. The bits that just feel like life.
On that note I’m adjusting how this journal will go forward as it’s come to a place where a transformation is required. Having written every day since the lockdown began on 1 January – a plan that proved so therapeutic I continued on after the kids went back to school and we were allowed in each other’s gardens again – I now find that I don’t have the time to devote to it in this way. To be honest, the past few posts have been written in a catching up fashion, retrospectively sometimes four at a time.
I’m prone to tell myself that this is integrity but actually I’m just making myself a hair shirt. I’d love to write every day given the time but as it is, it’s becoming a chore. I’m also starting to prise in words instead of letting it flow which is counteractive to why I began writing in the first place.
And so going forward I’ll just be posting when I can, combining days and events or just focusing on something that piques my interest. I’ll hopefully have moments where I can write in longer form and get stuck into an idea and when those moments are few and far between that’s okay too. For now, I’ll carry on with the sky pics but they may also morph into something more fitting as I’m feeling my energy lies more with the earth and my garden right now. I’d like a phone full of plants rather than the homage to the heavens that has got me through.
Looking upon the garden right now, it’s an uplifting oasis of peace and calm. Now the house is nearly sorted there’s room and space for everyone to relax and not just fall on the crutch of screentime to get us through. My youngest is painting at the table, my eldest is sitting on the skateboard reading a book. It’s momentary like everything in life really but therefore those moments need enjoying when they come.
A butterfly just flew by. Feeling freedom, flexibility and light. Signing off until the next time I have a moment to write.