It’s the same ol’
Tit for tat
Just like that
How many times
Do I have to ask
Why isn’t it done yet?
Lost in translation
All the best of intentions
The other side doesn’t get it
Just, accept things as is.
Make me feel better
Let me rest
Take the reigns
It can all go away.
Impatience taking over layers of exhaustion
The same ol’
Like a monologue on repeat
A record with no stop to it
Where did it all go?
I don’t want to go to bed like this
And it’s happened all week
Close my eyes
Dreams, sweep me
Let EscapeLand whisk me
Tomorrow will be better
We’ll be nicer to each other
A new page,
A new day.
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.
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.
Silence, even if it’s only for a few minutes
I come to,
Coming out of Salvador Dali dreams
I am peeking my eyes open, like a secret unfolding
I am breathing in the long night’s pillows and blankets
The smells of Dreamlandia
Silly, inconsequential memories arise
Like counting sheep
These dreams are colors, shapes, and the strangest of narratives
I believe them all
Like a child, all in
Scary yet familiar
Like Terminator; a stranger within a friend
Metal on vulnerable skin,
Oh silence, I salute you.
Fog, sleepy sun, empty streets
The greenery outside stretches their limbs from the long night
Yes, here’s the in-between
Here’s the gray
When the inner Self approaches and softly whispers to the soul,
“Today is a gift.”
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.
She doesn’t say thank you.
We took her to the moon and back, showed her the stars; live music, delicious eats, Nature, space, room to breathe, ears to listen, shoulders for padding — we have been the best hosts.
And yet.. no thanks.
Thank you for buying dinner.
Thank you for making me tea.
Thank you for driving me around.
Thank you for the company.
Thank you For. It. All.
I’m watching myself retract from her.
I’m watching myself not wanna care.
Something so simple.
Three words that make all the difference.
Why am I so attached?
Why do I need that gratification? And so immediately?
I let it go for some months.
Let this new light fester.
Out of the blue, she reached out and asked what I wanted for Christmas
To say thanks for making her first West Coast visit one of her favorite memories.