“Hello Sweet One” She says.
I can feel the warmth and the gentle ray of her smile. She holds me in her gaze the way you hold a brand new babe; with tenderness and soothing. Things have quieted down finally. The days are almost at their longest and darkest. Leaves are falling away leaving the bare bones of our plant brothers and sisters. The feather nation has almost all flown to warmer places and shortly there will only be snow on the ground. The frenetic energy and electric pulse of the internal birth process has succumbed to the first breaths of new life. It’s instantaneous how the energy changes after such a transition… just when we think we can no longer take any more; any more pain, any more chaos, any more confusion, any more destruction, the emotional levy breaks and we surrender to the Truth.
The smooth, warm birthing pool that is our consciousness has now become imbued with a new manifestation come Earth-side.
Things may still be a little messy, but there is a sense of completion. We have tipped the scales all the way and made the final push.
This is what has happened to me and I know I am not the only one.
Last month Grandmother Moon was quiet, stern albeit caring, attentive and yet content to watch me struggle as I rebirthed my Self. As She, in all her fullness in Gemini, rises on Saturday evening and into Sunday morning, her presence is no longer the hardened midwife, but instead one of peaceful and blissful calm. A Grandmother once moreover, She knows that we have all transitioned. She knows that as we curl up into our sweet Winter cocoon to nurture our creations, the hardest work has been done. She lit our path these past few months during the intoxicating dream of fear and ego and now, seeing that we have done the work, her glow can be utilized as just that, a Grandmother’s glow. A glowing pride, a glowing warmth, a glowing fulfillment as we carefully begin our new adventure as our more authentic self. The authentic, bright eyed, open hearted original spirited child we’ve always been but just forgot about.
“Do not withhold your love,” Grandmother Moon says.
“Do not withhold your love and do not concern yourself with what it will look like” She says to me now. “Your only job is to sing out the words as they arise in you. I will take care of the rest”
And we must give those parts of us that are calling out for our attention, our attention. Like the child we were when these small and tender parts were created they are still young and innocent and in need of our witnessing. To a child, your attention is like the air they breathe.
Don’t withhold that from yourself…your little her, your little him.
You are her steward and she is your charge. That sweet new little one lives in you and right now, she just needs to be held.
See her. See him. Witness her. Witness him.
Give this new creation in your consciousness the air it needs to breathe and grow. The Holy inspiration that will facilitate its highest expression. Inhale, exhale, expand, contract. Honor the sleepless nights as well as the days spent snuggling. It’s all part of the growth process.
Grandmother is with you, will always be with you, watching you with glowing pride and gently rocking you back to sleep should you wake up in a fright.
“Hello my Sweet One, I’m right here,” she says. “I’ll be here anytime you need me.”
Happy Full Moon my darlings.
All my Love. Ometeotl. Blessed Be.