Just as the moon pulls on the seas it pulls on each of us, a continual ebb and flow, an interconnecting circle of  moods and phases.

I invite you to join me on a journey of discovery, exploring the phases of the moon through word and pictures, the ever changing cycle of ebb and flow, regeneration, degeneration, growth, death and rebirth.

 It is a fundamental pattern of being, which, if we can tune into and accept, can bring us great insights into understanding and accepting ourselves as we are.

New life stirs within the womb of darkness.

Energy emerges, probes, gently pushes,

Winged ideas flutter unseen in the dark.

The seed awakens and instinctively begins to germinate.

Hope held by a spiders thread unfolds to begin a new cycle.

It’s purpose yet unknown.

The sun pours rays of golden light 

     over the mountains

     And their energy reaches out to me.

     Deep within I feel a minute flutter, a stirring,

     like the first faint butterfly movements of early 

       pregnancy.

     I recognise a tiny spark of new life.

      Slowly I remember where I am.

      Still, in the Temple of the Sun.

     I consciously breathe into my body

     Become aware of who I am.

     Far below in the warm dark soil

      a seed begins to germinate.

Warm sunshine trickles through the boughs,

tempting sleep with caressing spring rays.

Desire is strong to stay within

the cosy cocoon of the known.

The weight of the last cycle is heavy,

it pulls, holds down,

resists movement, encourages reluctance.

The symbolic seed breaks out of it’s casting,

and pushes shoots above the ground.

                                         In a quiet glade I sit supported by the sun. 

Soft warm light glimmers through the trees, alighting my face and body. 

It warms me with its glow and fires waves of shivers over my skin, arousing me.

Signals of spring surround, 

a young plant stretching, reaching high towards the sky with new shoots. 

Smell of sun touched soil strokes me. 

Calls me to stand up and greet the day, 

I know I should rise, 

I have to rise, 

but,

it feels so cosy in the suns arms, caressed by its rays, immersed in drowsiness.  

                                   The skies darken and a wind begins to howl,

forcing the clouds to race across the sky

I can no longer resist the urge to act

survival depends on it.

I spring up and fight the sun,

Chasing away old energies,

I hold my ground

finding my own feet.

Establishing my place on earth.

Above me a young tree creaks and moans,

as the howling wind whips through its branches 

trying to uproot it.

Resistance

No longer fragile,

power siezed and used.

Sap rises, roots and stems reach out.

The need to stand up, the need for action

surges through us,

Our place is established.

We commit to the new cycle, chasing away the old.

Standing firm.

Empowering our belief in ourselves and our projects

After the storm calm.

A welcome embrace of early summer sunshine.

Hope sparkling from every blade of green as flowerbuds swell,

filled to bursting with expectancy.

I step, out onto a new road,

 an unknown journey.

Heading towards distant visions,

my mind packed with ideas and possibilities.

 Ideas no longer flutter

They swell and grow within and around us.

Hope surges, while thoughts ignite ,exploding into action.

Feet step, firmly forwards.

Spontaneous purpose on unknown territory.

Striding towards the promise of the future

 Blooming with radiance, 

 I sit opposite the sun and

he examines me with his gaze.

I return his stare with equal intensity.

Reflecting the suns energy completely.

Satisfied and filled with radiant contentment.

My goals realised and completed, 

emptied of needs or desires,

 I lie as open as the flowers on the trees,

who blossom in a climax of glory.

Trees blossom.flowers bloom

Light beams radiant.

Tapping into the source.

The puzzle pieces klick.

All sense of doing gains meaning,

Visions understood and realised.

All of our very being reflecting

the light of the suns rays.

Completion

Wholeness

                                                     Totality and oneness reign

    Flames flicker and crackle 

Sparks leap .

Wood smoke slithers through our hair

Heat of fire turns  faces into

orange lanterns.

We eat together,

sharing the fruits of the earth,

and the words of our experiences.

Connecting our individual visions we plan for the future.

 Time to spread the meaning of the glory,

To share that which we felt ,or achieved with others.

To celebrate and be thankful.

Distributing the energy,

Disseminating its meaning.

We share the fruits of the earth

and the words of our experiences.

Connecting our individual visions we plan for the future

And dance our joy into the earth.

After the celebration,

 despondency descends.

I no longer know if what I believed to be true is real.

I feel alone and isolated,

incapable of loving 

or of being loved.

Into this slow composure I sink,

curling up on a pile of fallen leaves,

beneath a balding tree.

Decay,

Decomposure

Returning from part of the whole to the individual.

Alone and isolated

the fruit falls from the tree.

Our sense of belonging vanishes

replaced by doubt.

No longer knowing

if that which we had felt to true is real.

Down and down I fall.

Spiraling deeper and deeper ,

into the darkness of myself.

No longer caring,

no longer holding on

just allowing myself to follow the flow.

Then somewhere in the depths of my being,

the darkness embraces me.

I welcome it.

Within this peace I find self acceptance.

From here I can examine myself and my journey with love,

crystallizing my discoveries.

No longer caring,

No longer holding on, we fall.

Spiral back into ourselves

Returning to the rhythms of the internal world.

Allowing the darkness to embrace us ,

Refinding self acceptance,

We sift out the precious from this cycle,

And store it in a sleeping seed.

When all feels lost remember that the moon will rise again.

Allow yourself  the time to rest within the temple of the sun, knowing that as inevitably as the seasons, inspiration, totality and connection will follow.

I wish you well upon your journey.