it’s been a year…

How time flies…
Last year we had an extraordinary, out of the ordinary, holiday season. Check it out below:

home for the holidays

No tree.
No gifts.
No family.
No friends.
No travel.
No holiday food.
No other homes.
No parties.
No guests.
Lots of invitations.

This year we are at home.
This year we welcome a new member to the family so simplicity is key.
This year things are unconventional.

Am I sad? Probably not.
Am I missed? Probably not.
Am I forgotten? Probably not.

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standing still moon

Winter Solstice Moon

Winter solstice is upon us, the astronomical first day of winter in the Northern Hemisphere. The word solstice comes from Latin sol “sun” and sistere “to stand still.”

Oh, standing still. 

Ok, Sweet Winter Moon, here goes:

I let go of unnecessary flurry

I let go of a hasty mind

I let go of busy-ness.

I cultivate stillness

I cultivate quietude

I cultivate tranquility.

Your turn.
Liza Fernandez

December Supermoon

December Supermoon

I usually focus on new moons but today’s full moon is extra special.

The December Full Moon is often referred to as the Full Cold Moon or Moon of the Long Nights Moon. The Zuni Indians referred to this time of the year as “sun has traveled home to rest”. Today’s Full Moon is extra big and bright as it is the last SUPERMOON of 2017. A Supermoon is when the Full Moon happens at the same time as the Moon’s perigee (moon’s closest position to earth in the moons orbit) This combination results in the Moon being a bit bigger and brighter than other times.

Ok, Supermoon, here goes:

I let go of staying small.

I let go of excuses.

I let go of insignificance.

I cultivate taking up room. 

I cultivate celebrating my super powers.

I cultivate abundance, like a boss. 

Your turn.
Liza Fernandez

November Beaver Moon

november beaver moon

November’s full Moon was called the Beaver Moon by both the colonists and the Algonquin tribes because this was the time to set beaver traps before the swamps froze, to ensure a supply of warm winter furs.

Ok, here goes:

I let go of fatty waste. 

I let go of stagnant voices.

I let go of emotional traps.

I cultivate smart hibernation.

I cultivate bone-broth-for-the-soul love.

I cultivate this moment, right now.  

Your turn.
Liza Fernandez

more | less

more | less

More belly laughs

Less over-thinking.

More moments of joy

Less time spent shopping.

More kindness

Less judgements.

More greens

Less plastic.

More salutes to the sun

Less forgetting how you got somewhere.

More tenderness

Less choking.

More trust

Less prediction.

More you

Less smoke and mirrors.


Liza Fernandez

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october blood moon

october blood moon

October’s Moon is often referred to as the Full Hunter’s Moon, Blood Moon, or Sanguine Moon. Many moons ago, Native Americans named this bright moon for obvious reasons. The leaves are falling from trees, the deer are fattened, and it’s time to begin storing up meat for the long winter ahead. Because the fields were traditionally reaped in late September or early October, hunters could easily see fox and other animals that come out to glean from the fallen grains. Probably because of the threat of winter looming close, the Hunter’s Moon is generally accorded with special honor, historically serving as an important feast day in both Western Europe and among many Native American tribes.

Ok, full blood moon, here goes:

I let go of ignorance.

I let go of fear.

I let go of the separation.

I cultivate kindness amongst adversity.

I cultivate silence.

I cultivate Unity.

Your turn.
Liza Fernandez

happy birthday [boom poem for lover]

happy birthday, my love

We celebrate my beautiful man’s birthday today.
I wrote this poem when we first met.
I haven’t changed my mind on any of it.

Happy birthday, my love.

He’s quite the badass.
He’s a rebel and he’s the too cool for school.
He’s behind the crowd, he’s the slow walker, he’s the leader of the pack without trying to be.
He’s the sage and the delinquent in one.
He’s the joker, the enigma, the shadow, and then also the ray that seeps in slowly, ever so slowly, before blasting up the room.

Oh, the ever present, Sun. The Son.

He walks into a space and, “All Hail Caesar!”
But he doesn’t like that.
Maybe he doesn’t hear it?
Could be that he tries to ignore it.
I mean, come on, it’s only natural.
Stupid me, should’ve known.

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