drawing down the energy of the darkening almost new supermoon in gemini, the moon of trailblazing, of listening to the soul song, of leaping in faith, fledgling aria reminds me of an old story from africa…

When a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come.

And when the mother is pregnant, she teaches that child’s song to the women of the village, so that when the child is born, they will welcome her with that song.

And when the child goes through the rites of puberty, they come together to sing that song.

And when the child falls, or hurts its knee, they will pick it up and remind her of the song.

And when the child crowns a noble achievement, they will celebrate with that song.

And if ever … along the way … the child gets swept up in the world and loses her way, the villagers will come together and remind her of her song.

And finally, when the child passes away, they will honor her life by singing the song.

as we pause on the precipice of a new moon journeying into the unknown, may  we sing courageously…