Try this out. Let go of everything around you. Let go of everything in you. Let go of the body. Let go of space. Let go of time. Just hang out in Noplace Notime. Aaah . . . what a treat!
Here the Cosmos is wide open. If we like, we could indeed begin to harvest all we physically/psychically/energetically planted months ago in the ground of our lives. But reality turns on a lot less than a dime these days—no telling if what we chose back then is what our world needs now. Out here in the Field every moment is an opening for birthing brand new stories. Out here there are Great Goddesses joyriding on waves of infinite potential, just waiting for us to join them in ecstatic co-creation. Set your intention and fly with it out of the Void to the shore of Realization.
Lughnasadh is a Holy Day of protecting and rechoosing what it is we will ultimately harvest. Nothing is set in stone. Everything is up for our most outrageous imaginations.
Miriam Dyak © Mother Tongue Ink 2015
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Mamacita Cedar ¤ Dorrie Joy 2016
"This day of perfect equilibrium between day and night is a moment to pause, reflect on what needs attending as we cross the threshold to the waning of the year. We turn inward, measure the mood of trees on the mountain, as roots deepen and the leaves begin their litanies of surrender . . . We need to go to earth, sink our own roots deep, muse and dream. What settles deeply now, and arises after winter's austerities, will shape the newborn spring world"
excerpt Sherri Rose-Walker © Mother Tongue Ink 2017
We'Moon 2018: La Luna p. 141
Dive deep in We'Moon 2019: Fanning the Flame— she is here and ready to accompany you through the cycles of the seasons ahead. Wouldn't it be nice to get all your Solstice shopping done early? Now is the time!