Palettal Prose: Voices

From the quantum perspective,

all matter in the universe (multiverse, rather)

is essentially a collection of sound-frequency-vibration.

So to make effective change in the universe,

we must meet it at its base structure,

Resonant intentional hypnotic harmonics,

utilizing the internal instrument

of our voices to induce awakening.

This is how we rock it.

~Miss Ascentia, 2012, We’Moon

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Moon Day Musings: Monday March 21 2016 Spring Equinox

  Go ahead, breathe a deep sign, a long letting go of waiting for Life to sing in colors again, Aaaah . . . letting out our waiting for the danger point to pass. Now we know we’re going to make it! On this day Earth is in balance between dark and light. With luck, the way forward has roots tough enough to make it through to leaf and bloom and fruit this year.

What if . . . ? Do you have the will for spring if ice and snow won’t let up, if climate extremes bring your tower of expectations tumbling down? We are all challenged now to find balance between dark and light, to find a way for Life to win no matter what.

Rebirth magic: Take an egg, dye it red, deepen the color with your womb blood (or energy of your wise crone blood). Go out on the land; ask nature spirit to take your sweet sacrifice and turn it into a medicine blissing for all lands, all peoples everywhere. Bury the egg as a seed of Hope.

~Miriam Dyak, We’Moon

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Palettal Prose: In Time to Blossom?

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the uncertainty of spring so vast

it swarths the sun.

For millions o years on Earth

plants existed

endless varieties

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and then one morning

114 million years ago,

it happened—

an incredible burst

of fragrance and color

the first flower.

Swollen and aching

like twig ends

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to let go

to open, to blossom.

It stirs within each of us

call us to grow

beyond our limitations

tells us there is more

tells us we are more

we are able to give

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what is needed

we can undo

the grip of fear

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the harshness of anger.

Will we take our next step?

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it swaths the sun.

Against this marbled sky

a peach tree reaches

her tender twig ends swollen.

A robin sings.

~Cathy Casper, We’Moon

Palettal Prose: Beautiful Broken Things

Palettal Prose: Beautiful Broken Things

     There is a rest in brokenness. You lie on that ground, unable to function as you did before. So you lie there. There are no more ‘shoulds’ because the luxury of self-recrimination was taken from you when you fell and broke to pieces on the earth below. ‘Cannot’ doesn’t matter now, either. All that exists in this moment is ‘What Is Now.’ This. And there is beauty in the brokenness. It i a beauty of constellations in the scars, of tides in the tears, the heat of fire in the bleeding of you. In the abrupt quiet that follows an unexpected injury, a sacred silence fills you. And because there is nothing let in you that can create, push, force, be, or drive into, there is a blessed empty space, to be filled by something other than all the crazed and busy thinking, the manic achieving, the over-scheduled hours. This blessed, beautiful brokenness is the prayer that summons the spirit, calls forth the angels, lays us down gently. In these seasons of humble brokenness, we are opened, utterly. There is no protecting yourself here. This is the stripping away of ego-driven, striving conception. Let there be grace. Let there be mercy. Allow the broken places to show you their beautiful rest.

The broken stick on the forest floor is the branch who earned her rest. I bless the stick. I bless the branch. I bless the rest.

~Sarah LaRosa, We’Moon

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