there is magic in this world and I'm here to share it

As the Balsamic Moon wanes to vanishing point and the New Moon waits in the darkness I have been reflecting, not just on this lunar phase, but on this solar cycle. This is the twelfth lunation for which I have been following the Lunar Abundance practice. The overarching goal for this past year was to build a sense of trust in myself: to show up, to take care of myself with as much compassion as I could gather. I have deepened into this relationship enormously. I have found a reliability in myself that has often been there for others but gone missing at vital moments when it would have saved me a harder lesson. The gratitude for this alone is heart expanding but, of course, there is more.

There is always more if we allow it. At times like these, when words seem clumsy and inadequate in my hands, I am so grateful for the eloquence of others. Mary captures this hummingbird for me. When I held a little honouring ceremony earlier this evening, sat on the earth, branches overhead and golden leaves falling around me, I finished by reading the poem below. As I stopped speaking I realised that a robin was singing to me. I trust.

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RUMI (for Coleman Barks) - Mary Oliver (Blue Horses)

When Rumi went into the tavern

I followed.

I heard a lot of crazy talk

and a lot of wise talk.

But the roses wouldn't grow in my hair.

When Rumi left the tavern

I followed.

I don't mean just to peek at 

such a famous fellow.

Indeed he was rather ridiculous with his

long beard and his dusty feet.

But I heard less of the crazy talk and

a lot more of the wise talk and I was

hopeful enough to keep listening

until the day I found myself

transformed into an entire garden

of roses.

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