turquoise talisman

Day 115

photo by Michelle Johnsen

photo by Michelle Johnsen

The moon is perfectly full tonight.

As I write this, in fact, 11:53pm EST is the exact moment of fullness, according to the experts.

Does she know she’s full? Does she feel bright, beautiful,

does she notice her glow?

Can she feel the pull of the earth, on her surface, at her core?

Lighting our night is a big job.

There’s much darkness here,

much sadness.

Much grief.

I don’t think we were meant to suffer,

here.

It’s far to wonderful a place to be miserable.

Just look at the small wings of

the slate-gray Junco,

and you’ll know what I mean.

Or the small stones at the bottom of the creek,

endless tumbling.

Everything in its’ place.

It must be something very terrible,

a bad mistake,

to cause so much trouble here,

on this beautiful blue-green sphere.

When I was pregnant I couldn’t get enough of the color turquoise.

In clothing, and photos, and paintings,

on walls.

And the stones. Oh the stones.

I would have eaten them if I could,

that’s how much comfort they brought me,

how soothing that color was for me,

while carrying my boy.

I did some research, and it turns out Indigenous people all over the world use turquoise for protection, safety,

talismans and amulets,

worn on clothing, wrapped around wrists,

hung around necks and carried in pockets.

Is that what we are to you moon?

A blue-green ball of Turquoise protection,

the marble in your pocket keeping you safe?

Reassuring you,

tethering you, holding you,

to this world?

Protecting you?

They say you were a piece of the earth once,

knocked free by a meteor.

A violent separation.

Yet you’ve stayed, all this time,

held by the magnetic pull

of this beautiful world.

Do you know of the troubles here?

Like a mother, far from her children, yet sensing their pain.

A world gone so crazy,

that our own galaxy

wishes to offer us milk,

from her vast,

holy breasts.

Moon,

Thank you for lighting up the night,

I love you very much.

I’m sorry if we’ve let you down, have left boot prints on your otherwise unblemished surface.

Please forgive us, like children,

we know not what we do.

But now,

on this day,

I think it’s time to take responsibility.

And like you,

we must work,

to integrate our light and dark sides,

until we’re whole enough,

to light up the night.

Thank you for listening,

Love,

Natasha

photo by Wilson Alvarez

photo by Wilson Alvarez

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