what a lovely celebration today is of lunar lammas complete with a full moon in aquarius and the gift of reveling in the soular harvest when the cycle of life invites our contemplating our blessings, reaping the harvest by seeing the big picture both cosmically and in the ground of being – what are you harvesting? what has the garden you are grown this year?

in this sacred gathering moment in the heart field with daylight hours waning dramatically in the northern hemispere and the earth more and more empatically asking us to slow down and shelter in, i love going within, pausing and listening to the cosmic hum, the music of the one animating spirit flowing through you, flowing through me, flowing through all our relations asking us to come home to inner author-ity…

in ancient power with and within times, the king willingly sacrifices himself for the good of the people at this harvest festival which was offered to the invisible realms… today, we tend to forget that it is the masculine principle that continuously needs renewing while the divine feminine, the ground of life, renews automatically… this forgetting that the masculine energy must die cyclically like the caterpillar to birth the new leads to an out of balance culture…

this full moon in aquarius with the energy of freedom lends us to contemplating and re-membering who we truly are and what is our response-ability in this pivotal moment, what needs overthrowing, throwing out because it imprisons us?

let’s perfume this moment with the sabian symbol for this moment… a golden dragon circles the tree of life guarding the single golden apple of divine love… yes, we can all re-member who we are…

reflecting on the harvest brings me right onto the pathless path, the path where we die before we die… dying to fixed ideas of the limited self, the protective self so that we can awaken in awe to whom we truly are…

looking through poetic eyes, metaphorical eyes, we witness a pregnant lioness on a high hill looking for food for the cub growing inside… she spies a flock of sheep and leaps down, down, down dying on impact with the blow of the landing… the baby cub is raised by the sheep and lives as a sheep until one day a lion approaches the flock heading straight for the young lion sheep who’s sure the end is nigh… the older lion carries the one who thinks she’s a sheep to a crystal clear lake and when the sheep lion sees her reflection, she roars in awe, awakening to whom she really is, a being of limitless courage, limitless heart who’s here on an ensouled sacred mission…

may the blessings of the harvest fill the holy vessels we are with courage and compassion…

blissings!