Moon Bathing

The moon woke me from a deep slumber in the early hours of morning luring me outside. I sat on my deck inhaling its energy. It was a clear night. I could see the stars brightly shining on our property. The breeze danced through the trees in the forest. The wind chimes sang their songs. Each breath I took seem to lead me into prayer and then deeper into meditation. I closed my eyes and began giving all to the light. I opened my heart widely and poured out the love to the universe.

I could feel the vibration from the light healing me, reactivating intuition, and sending me to a place of peace. I live for these moments in full connection and harmony with nature. There is presence. I heard ruffling below as if I had an audience witnessing this bathing of my soul.

What happens when we open so widely to the world around us? Every single cell expands in gratitude. We become magic. We embody the mysticism of all there is and ever was.

I was out there for a long while. Time passed without consent. I don’t know where I went. I don’t know how I got to the place of serenity that encompasses my divinity. I am grateful not to have to logically figure it out. I don’t need to. God is an omnipotence force that embraces every cell in me. I am changed because I trust and release. I am whole because I faithfully believe.

The wind kissed me often, chilling me to the bone, then warming me back to life. It played with me for a long while until I had to come in even on a humid summer morning. I returned to the womb state cocooned in the comfort of my bed.

There was a mystical force under that moon so powerful that I could have stayed there forever. I saw me. I saw the world in that moon.

There is a collective shift that feels mystical. We are evolving into higher dimensions. We are expanding into our truths. We are BEcoming what we came here to BE. We are truly on the edge of something powerful. It started a few years ago and now I am witnessing as it moves quicker. Manifesting faster. Letting go without resistance. Metamorphosing into all that we are required to be.

Allow yourself time to moon bathe. Give yourself permission to listen to all parts of you under the night sky. When all else is quiet you can feel your truth rise to salute you. It’s not just magical, it’s part of your existence. Release and surrender. You are not surviving. You are living in divine light, experiencing through love, lessons and ultimate humanitarian compassion. You still have tonight to experience this enchantment…go play. Dance in the moonlight!~ I love you.

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The Magic of These Times

This morning…sometime around 1:30AM the moon woke me. I stepped out of the room, tip toeing, as not to wake Matt or Kali going down the stairs. I went outside searching for what woke me, the giant eye in the sky. It was magical. I never ever get tired of sitting outside and watching the night sky and all the incredible mysticism it holds beyond our vision.

I stepped inside, cold, shaking and when I went to the bathroom I witnessed my daddy’s whiskey-color eyes staring back. I hadn’t thought about him in long time. This season always gets me nostalgic. But I also feel the magic in the air…in the sweetness of something I’ve missed for a long time.

My dad left to get a pack of cigarettes on December 23rd, when I was 9 years old. He promised that morning to take me to the store to help me make a list for Santa Claus. He left and never returned. It’s not a fairy tale story but when I look into my eyes now I see his eyes, with the lines of laughter and I have his smile.I also see the millions of reasons for the things he did…like running away when things got heavy, or avoiding dealing with craziness, or simple responsibilities. It was also what made him charming and the life of party. He didn’t have an ill bone to him. I have his crazy sarcastic wit and the ability to talk to an ant as if it was human.

He also taught me what not to become with his absence. The traits I may carry in my genetic pool aren’t for me to act on. I stay and raise my kids. I stay when it gets tough and rough. I stay when it’s way too much and my natural inkling is to run. I also stay because I love. And he taught me that. He missed out on so much. I would never want to experience his regrets and resentments. He died a painful death with cancer all throughout his body for years.

It’s taken many decades to make peace with Christmas. This time of the year sneaks up and pulls emotions out.

So, once I turned the light off I went outside again…said a few prayers to the heavens and I witnessed his response with a shooting star. Like a gorgeous flow of glitter….

That moon…those stars…that magic. Go explore it folks. It’s healing!

There is magic all around us. Do you feel it?

Moon Magic


The moon woke me from a deep slumber right after midnight luring me outside. I stood under the entrance of my home inhaling its energy. It was a rainy night. The breeze danced through the trees along with the wind chimes. Each breath I took seem to lead me into prayer and then deeper into the magic of unknowns. I closed my eyes and began giving all to the light. I opened my heart widely and poured out the love to the universe.    
I could feel the vibration from the light healing me, reactivating intuition, and sending me to a place of peace. I live for these moments in full connection and harmony with nature. There is presence. I heard ruffling around me as if I had an audience witnessing this bathing of soul. What happens when we open so widely that the world around us becomes magic? Every single cell expands in gratitude. I am one with all. It’s my favorite feeling! 

I was out there for a while. I don’t know where I went. I don’t know how I got to the place of serenity that encompasses my divinity. I am grateful not to have to logically figure it out. I don’t need to. God is an omnipotence force that embraces every cell in me.

The wind kissed me often, chilling me to the bone, then warming me back to life. The raindrops felt like tears shedding from the heavens. It all played with me for a long while until I had to get inside. I returned to the womb state cocooned in comfort on my sofa. I went into meditation. There was a mystical force under that moon so powerful that I could not return to bed. I saw me. I saw the world in that moon.

Today is different. This morning seems filled with endless possibilities. The moon cleared me up like a crystal pulling source from light.  

Allow yourself time to moon bathe. Give yourself permission to listen to all parts of you under the night sky. When all else is quiet you can feel your truth rise to salute you. It’s not just magical, it’s part of your existence. You are not surviving. You are living in divine light experiencing through love and lessons. You still have tonight to experience this enchantment…go play. Dance in the moonlight!~ I love you.

Your Eye from Heaven

The moon peeks through the window —

one eye opened to the world.

I close mine, put a thumb over the light

and it disappears as I think of you

on the other side of the Universe

doing exactly the same, smiling

at my childlike gestures.

I switch hands,

winking quickly,

blocking the light with me,

manipulating it to go left,

right and back to you

pretending to play ping-pong

through the cosmos.

I caress the left side of the bed,

white sheets illuminating the emptiness

as bright as the moon.

Where would we be on such a night

if we could magically reunite

through this place and there?

Would you be here or, I,

on the other side of wonderland?

I open both eyes,

focus on the shadows of trees,

the wind blowing gently,

water dancing to the

twinkles of midnight diamonds.

I miss you in my lack of sleep,

the energy from gravitational pull,

the anxiety from dead memories,

but thoughts pour out

through carefully chosen tears

radiating from Eternity,

masquerading as your touch

on my hands and cheeks.

Every month I search for you

while following the giant eye

in the night sky.

Every so often clouds form closure

and I find you winking from that

other place you now call home.

Unearthing

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The smell of jasmine,
wisteria and spring
woke me
leading into
the awareness of rain.
The wind chimes danced
in full desperation and anticipation.
Frogs croaked,
crickets chirped
and the valley,
flustered with joy
exhaling deeply
and mindfully.
I wanted to join the Earth,
her wetness engulfing me,
while I danced under the moonlight.
I stood on the deck,
darkness snuggling,
cuddling my humanness,
hollowing the spaces of gratitude
breathing with intensity and love
as everything became silent
during this intimate voyeurism.
I am awake.
I am here.
I am divinity.
I am….

Casting

I had never noticed
The way headlights cast
Out the darkness
Ascending towards home
While shadows wait
Quickly in distance
Then descending with each
Curve to the past.
The thickness of forest
Returns to the unknown
As I stare in the mirror.
I am almost there
Waving the moon goodbye.

Cradling the Moon


I saw you cradling the moon
while your hopes
and dreams
circled the sun
unattached
by a swift harness of discovery.
I watched the anticipation
of losing
and winning
all intertwined in the grasp
of a cheese-shape ball
while you dangled your feet
to the sides of the universe.
Newton would be so proud of you
for proving the perception
of time and space
as you traveled in an instance
to this reality.
I understand how you got there
knowing what I now know
as I am constantly
feeling like the pendulum
trying to find the yes to no.
You,
up there,
cradling that gentle circle
of inspiration
has given me the strength
to continue believing
that nothing is impossible
as long as there is faith…
as long as I continue
to reach for the stars
in Heaven.