As I wake up this morning I begin by walking towards the water to write. I am here at my favorite pier with two loving writers.
The water is loud…
She is roaring…
She is pleased…
She is saying so much to me…
Her winds caress my face…
She is kissing me…
She is happy to see me..
She is happy I am here…
I am feeling a sense of excitement this morning but more that that I am filled with gratitude… who gets to do this? Who gets to create under the clouds, under the moon and stars?
I am covered by the softest blanket. I am protected. I am covered by the strong forces.
Under the moon I will listen. Under the moon I will obey. Under the moon I am called to simply listen (in my journal I wrote LESSON)… Under the moon the writing doesn’t have to be brilliant. I simply have to hold this pen… And wait… yes there is a lesson.
My breath has finally calmed after this quick brisk walk to the river. My breath now slowed… I feel steady… I feel ready… I feel more open to receiving all she has for me… I am cold but I am comfortable. For I know she is there even if I can’t see her yet.
And so I will begin…
My intention for today is to take this transformative energy of the moon, and allow her to give me all she has for me. As the lunar eclipse is in its final stages of being completely covered… I will remember this day. I will remember how it felt to be one with you. I will remember how it felt to be with these two amazing writers Gen and Miguel, and the womyn from my Writing from the Womb circle who joined me today… I am honored to have shared this morning with Gen and Miguel and thank them for sharing with me why they rose today and their deep desire to greet the moon and bring their canvases and pens so that we could each be inspired by her.
I am thankful for the soul sharing we did today. Thank you for sharing your personal stories with me and for sharing your love. I learned some things about the moon today… about her power and grace. My eyes are filled with tears as I look at your beauty. Miguel shared a story about a Mexican goddess Coyolxauhqui, who became the moon, and as he shared his story with such love and pride, he spoke of ancestors and those forgotten…
We once prayed to the moon… all the elements were symbolic. The earth was once sacred!
How amazing it is to just STOP! To look up at your magnificence. I have never come to see you like this before. Not like this… I have never really paid attention to your strength… as we sat there cloud after cloud covering you, not allowing us to catch a glimpse of you… I knew that you would not rest until we all saw you.
Art by Sikiu Perez
As I enter my next writing prompt… I will come at it softly… I will carry this strength… I will allow you to nurture me… fuel me. I feel my character Valencia right here next to me and she is whispering… “Write my reflections… I have much to share with you Alicia, about my life. There are stories I want to tell you. I was once your age. Ah!!! The things I did!”
I can see her. Her hair is completely white today. She is in her late 70s early 80s and she is fierce. She is not as fast as she used to be but she’s even more elegant than she was in her youth. She carries a sophistication that can only come with age. And so, as with any elder who calls on me… I am being called to sit and listen as she tells me a story! Her story!
Every 30 days she rises!
Check out this artist… she is phenomenal:
Artist name: Sikiu Perez / Artist bio: email@example.com / http://www.sikiublog.com
Thank you Sikiu for permitting me to use your amazing image.
And so it is. Namaste. Aché
With all my love,
As I wake today… (set timer for 5 minutes)
I’m feeling a sense of…(set timer for 5 minutes)
Under the moon I will…(set timer for 5 minutes)
My intention for today is…(set timer for 5 minutes)
10 minutes of free-writing on a theme that it really significant in our stories.
30 minutes writing in scene in order to flush it out.
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Note to self freewrite around this theme: The orders to sacrifice have not been quickly obeyed; struggle and resistance have grown alongside the growth of discipline. Fisgón’s “Worker,” sacrificed on a regular basis, rises up again and again—just like Coyolxauhqui every 30 days—to regain her prominence in the heavens.
More about Goddess Coyolxauhqui:
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