Full Moon in February ... and meeting Demeter there
Doing some Full Moon work yesterday. Our Guide had us meeting several Mysterious Ones, some familiar from mythology and some not. Each of them had something to say to me. Then came the last:
Demeter, arising out of an earthquake, the ground before me lifting like a bubble in hot tar, but brown and muddy ... and then Zowie! There she stood, radiant, wearing a dress of shining brilliance with sapphires and rubies shimmering as she moved. She offered me a handful of seeds and bade me keep one for future, and plant the rest. She beckoned me forward, then indicated I should turn and look behind me. In my footsteps a riot of color was sprouting -- lettuces and roses, peonies and snap peas, from every footprint several different plants moving at the speed of stop-motion photography on the Discovery channel.
[Full stop. Did I just compare actual life to a technological abbreviation of what it looks like? I did. Sigh.]
Where was I? Oh yeah.
I turned back from my amazement at the wonderful life arising from my footsteps. She was waiting for my full attention, looking down on my face from her height of seven or eight feet.
"You need to listen closely," she said. "I have watched you waiting through this winter, as if winter were a dead time, a punishment." She waved her hand and a pair of chairs appeared, cushy and inviting. We sat.
"Winter was never a punishment," she said. "The myth makers got it wrong. Winter was a time of resting, a time to look inward a moment and see what choices await in Spring, a time to scry ahead into the future.
"And Spring is here now, or nearly. You have waited long enough, and past long enough, and too long. You have important work to do. Look ahead, choose the next three steps, and act. Stop waiting for permission or agreement. Stop imagining that negotiation would bring you the minimum you require. Stop pretending that crumbs would be enough when what you actually need is the rich loaf of your life.
"Do you think I put you on this planet to play small?
"Do you think you were born into this lifetime to wantonly overuse resources in order to live an unsatisfying life?"
She looked deep into my eyes. I felt her love, her compassion, and her challenge.
Then she was gone. I sat in a comfy overstuffed chair in the middle of a field of flowers, fruits, vegetables, and books.
Our Guide told us it was time to go, and I went.
Now I have to choose the next three steps and act.
Demeter, arising out of an earthquake, the ground before me lifting like a bubble in hot tar, but brown and muddy ... and then Zowie! There she stood, radiant, wearing a dress of shining brilliance with sapphires and rubies shimmering as she moved. She offered me a handful of seeds and bade me keep one for future, and plant the rest. She beckoned me forward, then indicated I should turn and look behind me. In my footsteps a riot of color was sprouting -- lettuces and roses, peonies and snap peas, from every footprint several different plants moving at the speed of stop-motion photography on the Discovery channel.
[Full stop. Did I just compare actual life to a technological abbreviation of what it looks like? I did. Sigh.]
Where was I? Oh yeah.
I turned back from my amazement at the wonderful life arising from my footsteps. She was waiting for my full attention, looking down on my face from her height of seven or eight feet.
"You need to listen closely," she said. "I have watched you waiting through this winter, as if winter were a dead time, a punishment." She waved her hand and a pair of chairs appeared, cushy and inviting. We sat.
"Winter was never a punishment," she said. "The myth makers got it wrong. Winter was a time of resting, a time to look inward a moment and see what choices await in Spring, a time to scry ahead into the future.
"And Spring is here now, or nearly. You have waited long enough, and past long enough, and too long. You have important work to do. Look ahead, choose the next three steps, and act. Stop waiting for permission or agreement. Stop imagining that negotiation would bring you the minimum you require. Stop pretending that crumbs would be enough when what you actually need is the rich loaf of your life.
"Do you think I put you on this planet to play small?
"Do you think you were born into this lifetime to wantonly overuse resources in order to live an unsatisfying life?"
She looked deep into my eyes. I felt her love, her compassion, and her challenge.
Then she was gone. I sat in a comfy overstuffed chair in the middle of a field of flowers, fruits, vegetables, and books.
Our Guide told us it was time to go, and I went.
Now I have to choose the next three steps and act.