Monday, 27th August 2018
I was awed this morning by the gorgeous Full Moon visible as I drove home from work. Sometimes working shift work provides moments in the day that aren’t appreciated by many.
I went out into my back yard and in the shimmering light of the moon, I gave pause and thanks.
I have shared my Full Moon Honouring previously – here’s the link:
Full Moon Honouring
As I was drinking tea and getting ready for work, I saw the facebook post of a dear friend who quoted Roman Payne.
I fancied my luck to be witnessing yet another Full Moon. True, I’d seen hundreds of Full Moons in my life, but they were not limitless. When one starts thinking of the Full Moon as a common sight that will come again to one’s eyes ad infinitum, the value of life is diminished and life goes by uncherished.
“This may be my last Moon,” I sighed, feeling a sudden sweep of sorrow; and went back to reading more of The Odyssey.”
This resonated with me.
How often do we practice the art of celebration? Do we open ourselves to beauty and joy?
Another friend describes herself as an awe junkie. I like the idea of being a treasure hunter of wonder.
I seek to be receptive of what I call ordinary miracles.
No, not the movie.
For me, ordinary miracles are those moments of joy, wonder, delight that overtake us when our eyes are clear, and our hearts are open. Those ordinary things that we bear witness to, fully in the moment, that somehow nourish our souls, act as a balm for our hearts, and somehow ease our monkey minds.
The Full Moon is one of those ordinary miracles.
What are some of yours?
In the interests of sharing the work of others, I found this lovely Full Moon Prayer tonight on the Tor Stone site
Goddess Full Moon Prayer
By Sky Fowler
Guide me in serenity
as I step into my sovereignty
without judgment,
accepting myself how I am,
perfect in my imperfection.
Guide me as I step into my power,
shedding the self-doubt and negative self-talk
as a reptile sheds its skin.
Guide me as I blossom,
unburden me of the weight
as I step out of the shadows
into the brightness of the full moon.
Guide me to see myself how others see me:
a kind, smart, generous and loving soul.
Guide me through the darkness as I search,
Remind me of my own light,
shining in that darkness.
I’m glad my quote from The Wanderess inspired you. I love what you wrote about ordinary miracles. Bisoux!
Your quote completely captured me and has been singing to me since I read it. Thank you for dropping past my blog – that’s quite a thrill for a new blogger like myself. 🙂
I happened across that quote some time ago and it prompted much thought. I think about it every time I see a full moon… And I re-read The Odyssey and then for a bit of entertainment, even more Homer…
What a wonderful Full Moon ritual! 🙂
Gratitude and awe, for me, should be our fuel for everyday life. Our dip into the numinous, the grand mystery , the Celtic thin places. In the busyness of daily life we all get side tracked, complacency slowly sidles into our lives in small increments like a thief and we function, but are less connected, less aware. The charming and joyful aspects, both natural and social, wizz by un-noticed, the audacity of each of us being alive is self assumed, the odds are so against any of us being here to observe any moment are astronomical. To presume that beauty, connection, joy are eternal, to not stop and see, to not embrace the moment is the saddest aspect of our lives. We all do it, it takes so little effort to actually notice, notice what is taken for granted, that when we re-remember to do it, we wonder how we forgot and let so much pass by , moments that we should have embraced more heartfully. Our lives are coloured in, given meaning, textured by the “trivial”, the small sequential moments of everyday. “Ordinary miracles” indeed Fabienne.
Bearing witness to these ‘ordinary miracles’ is a significant part of my personal practice, and it adds to the richness of life. It’s so easy to get caught up in the culture of ‘busy-ness’!
I may have looked up through a gum tree last night. Though it took me to Katherine Briggs rather than Homer.
I don’t think that Katherine Briggs is a bad place to end up! Are the gums flowering yet with you? We have an explosion of cherry blossoms and wattle down here at the moment, but I do love the Flowering Gums when they all bloom.