Full moon
Obscured by wind blown clouds
I stand watching
What shakes trees
Rattles the sheets of iron on the roof
Scatters my yoga mat
Off the deck
Unfurled like a tongue
Stopped mid sentence
It hits a wall
I stretch taller
My feet planted on the floor
The clouds part
My heart yawns and stretches
Anchored
I pin my thoughts
Like bugs on a needle
Skewering them in place
Hair slaps my face
The breeze lifts
Buffets my chest
Balance tested
I fix my gaze on the only thing unmoved by the gusting weather
The morning full moon
Faded but bright
Does not quiver
Nor take fright
She becomes my anchor
Gravity pulls
Dreams obscure
Thoughts blow away
She
Just
Doesn’t
Move
Not even an inch
I went out to our Shala this morning in gusting wind, still dark, I lit the sauna and then retreated to the deck, waiting for the stones to heat.
My yoga mat skittered across the floor and tumbled away
I thought, how am I supposed to do yoga this morning in this crazy wind ? I’ll have to go inside rather than be blown around like a leaf.
Then I realised that the moon, still hanging bright in the pre dawn sky, obscured by tumbling light clouds – was not moving .
Storms come and go in our reality all the time
We have to learn to anchor ourselves to something heavier, truer, deeper.
I began my salutations
Pinning thoughts in place
The wind was ridiculous
Inside the sauna the fire crackled
Red dancing up the cedar walls
Warm air mixing with the cool
Outside the branches swayed in the wind
The moon kept silently glinting through the temporary clouds
Sometimes fully seen
Sometimes the glow between
Always there
And behind me the colours of a new day began to paint themselves on the clouds
Life is so very alive
And so are we
Have a blessed day
🙏🏻💯💯 Mike
The imagery and meaning are complementary, vivid and meaningful.
Thank you, Kate.
DD
My pleasure DD – sometimes we are fortunate enough to be grounded into a day and this life before we are blown off course and out of touch with source – how quickly the day pours in and steals our awareness from more important things
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DD
Lovely, thanks DD
a wonderful paean to the forces of nature and to the fixity of the moon —
Fixity …I like this word John, hello and nice to see you 😊
What a beautiful post, Kate. I loved this 🤗♥️
I’m so glad Yassie – some days I overthink other days the words hit the page and it’s easy 💕
Striking contrast between the anchored moon and the fierce wind. Wind carries great messages, don’t you think? Beautiful image, too. 💛✨
The wind certainly creates changes Michele – it was such a strange way to start the day as continually never gusty early – yes! Our Shala is finally in place and it’s lovely to have it in amongst the garden instead of over near the shed 🫶
Beautiful sanctuary 🥰
Lovely! You have painted an aesthetic image of the moon, the wind, the night. It’s like I entered a sanctuary. So peaceful! 💟
Always happy to provide a peaceful space to dwell 🍃💕
So calm and beautiful 🌙✨ loved this.
Thank you 🫶
Loved reading it, could visualise the entire journey. Thanks for sharing.
A pleasure, thanks for your kind words
I loved reading this. Have a blessed day!
Thankyou and to you also 🫶
“She / Just / Doesn’t / Move / Not even an inch” ah what a punch! a great read x
Thanks Jamie 🍃💕
Nice post, Thanks for sharing!
Thanks 🍃🫶
so good
Thanks 🙏
Nice
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Love this. I aim for this cadence. Beautiful.
Thanks Mer 🙏
Loved reading this
Thankyou 💕
Such a warm, friendly hello 😊💌 made me smile!
Beautiful and otherworldly, I practice yoga and just reading your words was calming (and grounding!)!
It’s a beautiful practice, I’m not sure where I would be without it 🧘🏻♀️💕
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This is beautiful. The contrast between the restless wind and the steady moon really captures that feeling of searching for something to anchor us when life feels chaotic. A very calming and meditative piece.
Thankyou Little Board 🍃