Last night, after everyone had kissed and wished each other love and peace, after everyone else had gone to bed, I went outside. The rain had stopped for a bit and the clouds were racing by.
The air smelled sweet and new, not cold but caressingly cool. There was enough light to see the bay and surrounding trees even though it wasn't the quicksilver and indigo of a cloudless moon.
Auntie Luna still pulls all tides...gives us a rhythm. She lets us know we are on a wee ball spinning through space, that we are on a human journey within something much greater than ourselves.
Now is the dreaming time of Winter as we slowly begin to return to the light. As I looked up at the moon I felt the spirits of those I love close in my heart, whether they be on the other side of the world...or further. I thought, staring at the blue beauty of this thirteenth moon, how much lighter I felt to leave last year behind, for all it's wonderful moments.
It seems to be a fresh canvas to paint and this night was the breath to begin. I inhaled the intoxicating wild air of Home and breathed my gratitude into the world.
My family and I wish everyone the moment to take a breath and begin this New Year. We wish you peace, love and comfort in the journey of twenty-ten.
