I've always been captivated by the moon, that milky white light, the way it cuts through the cold on a clear winter's night, or seems to radiate heat in the height of summer. When I was younger, I set a jar of water, scented with rose oil, out during the full moon, hoping to capture a bit of its magic. I kept the jar for years, opening it every so often to smell the moon-rose water inside.
I lost it in the move out west, the magic used up, gone, only drops left inside.
I've found myself playing, looking at the relationship between color and shape, putting together elements in my journal that I feel would produce simple beauty, evoke emotion. There are pages I spend hours on, and others I put together over weeks, finding little bits and scraps that would work amazingly well together.
It's almost like going on a scavenger hunt, long-winded with the prize of a loved journal page, finding all those elements that are supposed to fit, work together. Plucking pieces of the Self from a pile of papers and scraps and left-overs from other projects, bigger projects.
It's how we piece ourselves back together after a stressful event, a long trip to our Soul Home we avoided for so long, we needed to go far, far away to find ourselves again. All those pieces of our True Self shed and forgotten, dropped for shinier, newer toys. But those new things may not be the best for us, or feed our ego instead of nourishing us, and at some point, we're left alone, grasping, in the dark, for those true bits, hoping to light our Soul Light once again, glowing bright against the darkness.
Take time today to be Silent. To sit with yourself and listen for those words of wisdom, those answers you already know. Collect together the yearnings of your true nature, put them together, shine from within.
