when the New Moon spoke
A Sidereal Taurus Portal Opens
When the New Moon spoke, she spoke of expansion. Stretching like honey, our arms open. Taking up space we extend into the shadows that tell us that we are not enough. We expand and touch and reach until we connect with our tender hearts. We hold these tender spaces with the care of holding a dandelion in our hands; carefully and with a love that we can only give ourselves. God touching God. She settles us deeper into our bodies. We can’t help but to feel our breath enter and escape, caressing our lungs; feel the soft and hard sensations against our skin; and sense the blood flowing within and filling us with life and vitality. We embrace and expand, touching life itself. Touching ourselves. Loving ourselves.
The New Moon, this Creator Mother’s energy surrounding us during this time is an energy that presses against our eyelids like the night sky, and yet she knows and sees our dreams. As far as she is concerned, this is a dream that is as true as the ground beneath us. Stable and abundant in wildflowers growing through the crumbling stone cracks. We unfurl within the vision she sends, not with questions but with gratitude for being seen, with a thankfulness of always being blessed, and with an acknowledgment that there is so much more to come. We have received, and we have within reach, bliss and fullness. She presses this lesson beneath our ribs to remind us how divinely guided we are. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is temporary. The wheel is turning, events are changing, we are moving forward. From one phase into the next, Creator Mother needs nothing but for us to anchor ourselves in our own expansion.
Spiritual Prescription
Inner-work:
African proverb: “It is the one that lives in the house who knows where the roof leaks”
Journal prompts to explore:
What does “the house” symbolise for you? Is it your body? Your family? Your spirit? Your culture? How do you tend to it?
What “roof leaks” in your life are only visible to you? What are the quiet struggles or tender wounds you carry that others might not see?
Outer-work:
African proverb: “He who refuses to obey cannot command.”
Journal prompts to explore:
What sacred instructions have you been given that you’ve resisted? What was the cost of that resistance? What was the lesson?
Where in your life are you being asked to obey a deeper truth- a rhythm, a call, a knowing, in order to rise into your power?
always,
juju thyme