Foundation Moon. Moon of roots + truth. Song Moon.
I am keenly aware of the cacophony of birdsong among the treetops as the days lengthen to the Summer Solstice, and have been using my own sounds to move energy through my body. Sometimes it’s a hum, or a song, sometimes a deep guttural exhale. Truth is, most days I have moments where I feel like a small flower just introduced to the garden, fighting to stay upright in a heavy rain. I am learning that using my voice and telling my story are rekindling my connection to self, a relationship that through early years of motherhood can be such rigorous work. The birds are reminding me that even in a chorus, there is meaning in my own song. That even in plain sight, we can hold wondrous surprises. I am finding abundance rooted in the foundations of truth, and clarity in a long felt call to withdraw from sharing as a grounding in my own values rather than a need of preservation. I am remembering that I am capable of evolving for the sake of joy + curiosity, rather than a mechanism of protection. What if we let go of the idea that in order for something to be valid or meaningful, it has to be shared? This is the lunation to throw it into the fire, folks.
In gratitude + connectedness,
Holly
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