Being the Moon lover and celebrant I am, every full moon gets my devoted attention. But when the moon shows up in her infrequent pose as a blue moon (the second full moon of a month), well that’s cause for an extra dose of celebration in my book.
Somehow La Luna and poetry go hand in hand for me – both magical right-brain containers asking us to imagine more expansively, to dig ever deeper, to consider the shadows and nuances more fully.
I’ve been having some wonderful conversations with friends lately about containers – about those things that help me move through my days, my life, with greater focus and support. As things shift, as we shift, as our lives unfold, our containers can shift as well. Sometimes we return to old ones at a later time with renewed understanding, and sometimes old ones have given us as much as we can receive and it’s time to look for new places of balance that encourage and support and invite new growth. But so far honoring the rhythm of the lunar cycles and inviting poetry to help me see with new eyes have remained two of my favorite go-to Muses.
Life is never static that’s for sure. But even as we move along, it’s helpful to be paying attention to what’s coming with us. What are we intentionally inviting into our space? What are the values that we uphold? How can we navigate the inner and the outer aligned with who we truly wish to show up as?
At the last blue moon someone joked that I talked about as frequently as a blue moon showed up. I had to laugh and my introvert self agreed, but ever since then I’ve been thinking about that. It does seem to me that it took me forever to find my voice. There was actually a time when I seriously wondered if I had anything at all to say. I can laugh about that know and wonder who that person was. The now-me certainly has a lot to say. It’s true my frequency of expression is still on the low end of the scale, but I can’t help but consider this blue moon is another lovely invitation to shift into a new rhythm.
Who knows maybe this moon will activate a permanent communicative blue streak.
But one thing I do want to remember is this message from Hafiz:
Becomes the house we live in.
Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,
“I will be your slave.”
Covers her face with both hands
And can’t bear
Isn’t that a beautiful?! I never want to be one the Moon can’t bear to look at.