My first experience with Magic was when I was 8 years old.
My mom took us to the desert. It was hot and uncomfortable. I hated it. I complained all day – I want to go home already.
We pitched our tents and mom warmed up some ham, pineapple n’ cheese sandwiches. I had been waiting all day – God, those things are deliciously good, especially how mom toasts them.
The sun descends and night rises.
I had escaped into yet another Sweet Valley High novel; in the background, the sound of my brothers playing near the campfire.
At some point, I looked up to the smell of bread toasting and ham sizzling.
And I nearly lost my shit.
There in front of me, all around me, were a million stars. A gazillion of them.
Mom must’ve clocked my surprise cuz she says, “Put your book down and breathe it in.”
You know that song by Coldplay? Look at the stars, look how they shine for you?
One of my favorite songs.
When that song plays, I often think about that moment in the desert; book in hand, ham sizzling, brothers laughing, and pure Magic painted across the sky.
Speechless, humbling Magic right above us.
That was the first time I was certain there was a God.
April’s pink moon came from the herb moss pink, or wild ground phlox, which is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names for this month’s celestial body include the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and among coastal tribes the Full Fish Moon, because this was the time that the shad swam upstream to spawn.
I love this. Ok, here are my Egg Moon offerings:
I let go of putrid skin.
I let go of weed-like grooves.
I let go of degradation.
I cultivate inner value.
I cultivate being held.
I cultivate upleveling.
As I continue exploring Magic, I return to my Creed:
1. I believe in Evolution, the process of upleveling.
2. Humor and Belly laughs unite us.
3. Yoga, meditation, and a healthy lifestyle are my jams.
4. If it’s not a “Hell Yes!” I’m not doing it.
5. I cry when I sing.
6. I believe empathy is the secret sauce for healing and change.
7. Curiosity and Beginner’s Mind are the most frequented tools in my toolbox.
8. I Have Time is my new religion.
9. My father’s death reminds me how fleeting this life is.
10. Love is Love is Love is Love is Love.
Double whammy this month. March is a Blue Moon, an astronomical term. Not cuz it’s blue but because either it’s either an extra full Moon that occurs in a season, or there’s a second full moon in a calendar month, hence this month’s second moon.
Ok, Beautiful Blue Moon, here goes:
I let go of what I knew.
I let go of what I deem are ‘mistakes’.
I let go of holding back.
I cultivate second chances.
I cultivate trying again for the fun of it.
I cultivate freedom.
She’s about the feeling of things.
Purpose, intention, crystals, jewelry that means something or else why wear it?
She’s stunning to look at,
a glow from within.
Her world has exploded wide open,
in the biggest game in town.
She is flying high.
I’m watching myself study her.
Yet another rocket taking off, and again, the ship has sailed without me.
A thought comes to me, crystallized.
Maybe it’s not about the glitz and glamor
Maybe it’s not about the job and the colossal team behind her.
Maybe it’s simply her perspective.
That lightness of being; the effortlessness, right time/ place, sort of thing.
Held up by Nature.
Airplane wings like pillows and blankets
embracing and elevating her.
Nestled in, she dreams a life actualized.
What I can do.
Double whammy. Not only is March when the spring equinox occurs, but also because it will host two full Moons—one today and another on the 31st (just as we had two full Moons in January).
The first full Moon is traditionally called a Full Worm Moon after the earthworms that emerge at this time of year.
Ok, Earthworms Full Moon here goes:
I let go of the same-ol.
I let go of getting it right.
I let go of should’s, could’s, would’s
I cultivate space for change.
I cultivate trust, oh-trust.
I cultivate the life force of creativity.
February’s Moon is traditionally called the Snow Moon because usually the heaviest snows fall in February. This name dates back to the Native Americans during Colonial times when the Moons were a way of tracking the seasons. And the Native Americans were right. On average, February is the USA’s snowiest month, according to data from the National Weather Service.
Ok, sweet Snow Moon, here goes:
I let go of unnecessary weight
I let go of dark energy
I let go of stagnation.
I cultivate cave days!
I cultivate creative growth during hibernation
I cultivate elephant pace, royal grace.