The Pull of the Moon

 

With the full Moon on Friday, my internal tide has been running high, and it has been running low. It has been pulling me in all directions with a nervous energy for a few days.

I had to figure out how to use this strong energy in the best possible way.  The Moon, so close to the Earth, affected my mind and made me feel that I was less in control of my emotions.  The heightened activity of my sub-conscious mind enhanced my feelings, emotions and desires.  They all surfaced to my conscious mind, and I felt the distress.

During a full Moon as well as a new Moon the pull on the Earth is more powerful than other days.   I know the only thing to do is to ride out the storm.  Easier said than done this time.  I went to bed last night and the energy within me fluctuated like the ebb and flow of the tide.  I knew it meant that I needed to bring awareness to release some negative energy.

I got up from bed, put on my robe and stepped outside in the quiet night.  As I slowly walked around the house I realized the night was not so quiet after all.  I heard birds high up in the trees, critters running into bushes and leaves gently rustling in the wind.  I did not hear any noise, only soothing sounds from nature.

I stopped walking in my garden, looked up at the starlit sky and I was bathed in the full Moon energy light.  It made me breath deep, and I let go of my edgy vibrations.  Standing under the luminance of the full Moon, I felt closer to myself again.  My intentions were clear, and I used the strong energies to bring myself closer to my goals, especially the spiritual ones.

Not everyone feels the energy from the Moon, and not everyone believes that you can be affected by the Moon.  But if the ocean can move with high tide and low tide, why can't we?  I'm a firm believer that the Moon affects us.  I just need to learn how to use the strong energy in the best possible way.

If you happen to be like me, you probably need some rest now.  With the ebb and flow of the tide, choose to go with the flow.

Washing my worries away

 

Yesterday I had a lot on my mind, and I was worrying over a particular situation.  Intellectually I know that worrying doesn't solve anything, but sometimes I'm a real expert in doing it anyway. That said, one thing that takes all the worrying in the world away for me is to be  engulfed by water.  So that is what I made possible yesterday.

As soon as my body was embraced by the cool water, all the worries were literally washed away.  I was in the now, and my mind was clear.  With every stroke I emptied myself of all worrisome thoughts.  My heart opened up, and I felt free.  Free from unwanted thoughts and feelings.  I was free to breathe with ease again.  The water is my healing source for both mind, body and soul.  What is yours?

My Mormor - My Grandmother

My "Mormor" should have been 95 years old today.  She has been gone for about four months, and not a day goes by when I don't miss her.  I can still hear her gentle voice in my head and sense the caring touch when we held hands.

This picture was taken last Christmas when I saw My Mormor for the last time.  I knew when I left that we would never see each other again, and the feeling of knowing overwhelmed me.  How could I go on without her?  Thanks to her love in my veins I was able to.  She lived for three more weeks, but is forever alive in my heart.

Today I will honor and celebrate My Mormor's life, and her beautiful soul in the best way I can.  I will buy a large bouquet of sunflowers, because that was our favorite flower.  There will also be a vase filled with both red and white roses, for love and remembrance.

I will drink my afternoon tea from the cup with sunflowers that she gave me, while reading her favorite poems (as they are mine).  Soon I'll go for a walk in a beautiful sanctuary, every step for My Mormor, as she also loved to walk.

At night I'll light the candle with "The Tree of Life", that I received from two dear friends.   I'll light the candle for one of the most beautiful branches in our family tree.

My Mormor is still with me.  Our love remains.

Memorial Day

Brother Warrior Today is a day we remember all the fallen soldiers.

For some of us it could mean someone who was very close to us.  For others it is a day when we as a nation honor the men and women who fought for our freedom.

Many of the soldiers didn't become soldiers because they wanted to, they became soldiers because within them they had a strong heart that said they had to.

Today these soldiers are not just honored, they are also missed, loved and never forgotten.

A very close friend of mine is feeling all these emotions today, as it feels like it was yesterday she got the news about her brother in Afghanistan.  Her husband wrote and recorded the song, "Brother Warrior".  The song says it all.

It was written for one special brother, but it is a song for every fallen soldier and their families.

My heart is filled with love for my friend today, and also with gratitude to all the men and women who have served our country.  They wanted this world to be a better place to live in.  They made a difference, and they still make a permanent mark on our hearts.

Please click on the words "Brother Warrior" at the beginning of this post.  Take a moment and listen to this song with an open heart.

The Child Within

During Mother’s Day weekend our whole family took an evening walk in our neighborhood.  We were almost at the top of “our” mountain when we passed an old tree to our left.  My youngest son, who is 16, looked at me and then at the tree.  “I dare you”, he said and started walking towards the tree.  He never thought I would follow him, he did not know me when I was a child.

A jolt of pure happiness came with just the thought of climbing a tree.  That feeling made no room for hesitation.  Soon enough we were both climbing the tree.  One teenager, and the other one a middle-aged woman.  At that very moment we were both kids, who saw the world with wide-eyed curiosity.

With butterflies in my stomach as I made my way up the tree, my whole inner self was thrown back to a time when I every summer used to climb trees together with my best friend.  Always with a nervous excitement and a happy heart.

This time I took my time and stopped climbing at one pint to take it all in.  I saw the beauty of where I live, the never-ending ocean in front of me and the mystic mountains to my back.  A freeing sense of wonder rushed through me.

With all the responsibilities of being an adult that inner child was still with me.  I am grateful to my son who has not lost his sense of still bringing out the child within, and I hope he will keep doing it.  His "I dare you", made me feel alive, and my heart was smiling.

So go out there and climb a tree today, or whatever you used to do as a child with a happy heart.  You will be surprised how wonderful the moment will be when you let your grown up guard fall to the ground.  Never lose your sense of wonder!