If you are not experiencing any inner turmoil today, then you can just enjoy the funny story at the beginning of my offering to you today and file the rest away for a time when you might need it.
But if things feel extra intense right now, perhaps because of the unfolding circumstances in the collective, perhaps because of these extraordinary astrological circumstances*, or perhaps you're just having one of those days, I hope this blog from the 2015 July New Moon will help.
I am at the tail end of three overflowing weeks of adventures including just returning from eight days of travel last night, so rather than write a new post I am sharing one of my favorite old ones. I hope you enjoy "The Big Scary Kitty of Doom".
And I hope that if you celebrated the Fourth of July, or if you are planning to celebrate the other red white and blue, revolutionary July holiday of Bastille Day on Saturday, that it was/is fun.
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| I was at Prairie Creek Redwoods on the 4th, on my way to see my mama! |
* Here is an excerpt from Mystic Mamma about this potent New Moon. Whether or not you believe in astrology, this might ring true for you. It sure does for me!
Feelings that have been dormant in the underworld of our psyches, are returning to us like waves rising toward the shore.
The past is knocking on our door, not because it has come back to haunt us, but because it has come back to heal us.
There is a part of our lives that we have disconnected from because it has left a deep wound.
These are the imprints that we would rather forget as we continue to move rapidly into our future. But sometimes, the cycles of Life turn to bring these pieces from our past back into our present for reconciliation and healing.
The reclaiming of our past is our soul’s retrieval of power. It’s the reconnaissance of all our orphaned parts back into ourselves, back into who we are now.
And who we are now is precisely because of the past we have lived, not in spite of it.
As individuals and as a culture, we need to make amends with where we’ve been. Our histories are all marked with stories of abuse of power and we all fall somewhere within the spectrum.
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| I took this photo on the 4th on the beach at Crescent City. |
