Sister, I have something I’d like to say to you.
Come and cozy up with me, because you need to hear this.
You are a glorious wonder.
How the stars bow to your intricate beauty!
Flesh, soul, love-in-form.
Entire universes spiral between your cells, your fingertips, your sighs.
All that is inside of you
by All That Is.
I am softer because you speak.
I am bigger because you see.
I am found because you love.
Return to these words, my love. Again and again, let the truth wash over you when you feel like you’re not there yet. Look in the mirror and explore the world beyond the magazines, the gurus, the seemingly-perfect Instagram people.
Look up in the night sky. Find a star and feel how in awe it is of you.
The unfiltered you. The cosmic you.
In joy + endless wonder,
If you’re one to pay attention to the lunar cycles and how they affect your life and personal work, you already know how much Supermoons stir up a lot of buzz.
I think it’s because it has the word Super in front of it.
Nonetheless, it’s an exciting window to ride the waves (tsunamis?) of energy and peer into what’s going on inside of us. Strange and surprising emotions come out of hiding, we feel a little undone, and there are always, always new ways that we learn to love up on ourselves.
I love tuning in to the moon’s magic because, as Superwomen, we are gorgeous givers. We are always pouring out, meeting needs, kissing boo-boos, you know – changing the world. We’re minding our hero-business in full speed and then BAM! A Supermoon comes along and holds itself up as a cosmic mirror, showing us how we actually look while we’re out there in the world.
The outrageous energetic surge is actually moonlighting (the pun, the pun!) as a graceful invitation from the Divine to look deep within.
If we’ve been out of balance, giving more than we are taking in, that can get aligned lickety-split with this energy. Or, if we’ve been victim-y and waiting for something to show up without doing the yang-slash-kicking ass work, we can see that and let the light of the moon transform us.
Key word: letting.
It’s an art form for lady luminaries like us. We’ve got the doing down-pat. When the moon and our emotions ride high, staying with them, and loving all that is illuminated with an unconditional fierceness is some serious mastery for personal power.
So let all your light be seen, especially during this famous weekend of Supermooning. I’d love to hear how you’re celebrating. Head here and answer this question:
See you there!
In joy + wonder,
p.s. If you love practices of self-reflection, I have another kind of mirror for you that would flow perfectly with the full moon energy. It’s called the F.U.N. Assessment and it’s totally free. Get it here!
If there was a soundtrack for the spiritual awakening in my early 30’s, it would sound something like Eye of the Tiger.
Every day of my life was filled with new purpose, fresh ideas, and lots of adrenaline.
I lined up crystals in my cube at work, framed quotes from Rumi and Marianne, and strung a banner that read “Adventure Awaits”. My water cooler chat shifted from batty bosses to numerology, astrology, reflexology and every other ‘ology’ that had to do with woo. At my desk, I’d write policy in a Word doc about this and that while whispering secret desires to a God I was getting to know all over again. A bigger God. A God I felt drawing from me every hidden, judged, and pushed down part of myself.
It was uncomfortable to be with. I was expanding and the belt of my outer world was on the last eyelet.
I didn’t like not being able to explain my transformation to a room full of raised eyebrows. I wanted an action plan- a chartered course so I knew for sure if I was on the right path on this delicious new frontier. I wanted to ground this fresh power into something that mattered and that could be carried with integrity and deep, lasting love.
So, like any good Capricorn gal (with a whole lot of Virgo too), I scoured pages upon pages of websites. I called strangers who had expert after their name and introduced myself with panache. I paid people to guide me, stretch me, and sell me those chartered courses. I got hurt and I found love.
I found me.
Those three words hush my mind and make my body quiver. More than how I am received, how pure my creations are to my great vision, or how committed I am to my service—I know the exquisite treasure of my heart.
That kind of knowing goes beyond all of the how-to’s and measures of success in this virtual revolution of love. When you find it, you’ll never ask for a map again.