The newest moon does not care how your year began. The newest moon isn’t concerned with how your plans have gone. The newest moon could care less how far you’ve gotten on your taxes. The newest moons wants your desires unspoken. The newest moon wants to know what you have not had the guts to say out loud yet. The newest moon is concerned with how much deeper you can go into this life. Into this life. Into this life.
The newest moon is the death beyond the death. The newest moon was the birth that happened before your birth, and the one before that. This newest moon wants all your eggs in one basket, and the chickens, too. This newest moon doesn’t need you to speak your desires out loud. Yet. But she wants to know you have a plan to do so.
This newest moon won’t take your usual answers. She is not entertained by your routine intention setting. She wants to know you are doing the work. She wants to know that your hands are in the snow until they sting, digging for the treasure you planted in the fall. She wants to know how bad you want it. She wants you to work smart, not hard.
Newest moon wants you throw out the old road maps, the old charts. She’d like you to wade out blind into the blackness. She’d like you to feel your way through stars until you reach the one that’s yours. Newest moon is interested in this kind of reckoning. She wants to know your greatest dreams and wants to know how you are going to do it.
She isn’t interested in your complaining. She is certainly compassionate. She has known the heartbreak of a trillion dead stars. She is no stranger to suffering. She is kind. But she is still not interested in excuses. She is interested in you, feeling your way through galaxies and planets and ocean waves. She is interested in you touching your skin to the star, the shell, the root that is yours. She is interested in you claiming this dream as your own.
Newest moon wants your dream, eventually, birthed into flesh. But she knows that the first step is to touch it. Newest moon knows about timing, and the beauty of slowness. So you do not need to tug your star down to earth yet. But sometime today, or within the next few days, give your flesh the bright blessing of dream. Close your eyes, reach out without seeing, with only sensing. Say the words, write them on clouds. What would you like the newest moon to bless?
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