Our most recent Harvest Moon beckoned to me on a clear night, illuminating the pool to magnificent effect – a thrilling send-off to a pool season that was never quite as full as it could have been. As of this writing, we have just returned from our annual fall visit to Ogunquit, Maine, and it’s a gray and rainy afternoon, made sadder by the end of a lovely vacation with Andy and Mom. Give me a day to get back into the grind before piling on ~ the heart is weary, the soul is old.
In the meantime, feed off some of this residual full-moon energy – I strode through its rays, soaking up whatever power or energy or magic it might offer – and if it’s all in my head that doesn’t negate its effects when one believes. We are what we allow ourselves to be, manifesting what we need when we focus and learn to shift perspective. A mindful pause, then, just this morning, before we get back into it.
