New moon rest is the new moon best
Peter Pan wasn't exactly right when he said, "All you need is a little faith, trust, pixie dust." That little flying boy left out rest and self care! Magic takes some time to recharge.
In other (related) news, I've been psyched lately because music is oozing from my pores. I spent a long time stuck and unable to play music. Even listening to certain things (I'm looking at you, Blonde Redhead) was too painful and would make me cry. I'm exploring what all this is about and how I ended up getting out of it, because I think it could be helpful to people who are stuck. A course for stuck creatives, anyone?
I got such a beautiful response to the song I wrote, "Women Are Magic," inspired by all of you amazing people who marched last Saturday. I have felt a huge and positive shift. And I'm not just talking about my husband's mood, which has improved from the tremendous beam of light shone last weekend. We The People needed it so badly.
Speaking of "We The People," have you seen these gorgeous, free prints from Shepard Fairey? Some assholes have been posting Facebook ads selling them, but I'm trying not to tie up too much of my energy in shit that isn't important.
Anyway -- how beautiful is this?
I also read some really cool things by several astrologers, including this wonderful snippet from the Qoya newsletter this morning: "Imagine our feline friends, from house cats to jaguars in the jungle; they spend a large amount of their time resting, so that when they are called into action, they can bring 100% of their presence. This is how the feminine thrives. When she is well-rested, and I'm not just talking about sleep. I'm talking about when the feminine coils into her chrysalis, when she consciously contemplates darkness as the great mystery from which everything is born." I think of this when I look at this guy:
The pull to the divine feminine has been so strong lately -- I bet you feel it, too. So let's get our rest and sing our songs. I'm with you.
Happy New Moon! From my altar and heart to yours.
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