Last Saturday’s full moon created an energy for nourishment and healing. I’m still sitting in that vibration like a little seed soaking up sustenance so that I may soon spring forth toward the light.
The last year has been rough for most of us. We’ve done a lot of letting go. We’ve seen a lot of shadows. Faced a lot of fear. Now is a good time for healing.
Sometimes others have the better words to express how I am feeling, and that is the case this week. Enjoy this powerful poem. I think I’m starting to see a glimmer.
Moon In Virgo
by James Lee Jobe
You are not beaten. The simple music rises up,
children’s voices in the air, sound floating out
across the land and on to the river beyond,
over the valley’s floor. No, you cannot go back
for those things you lost, the parts of yourself
that were taken, often by force. Like an animal
in the forest you must weep it all away at once,
violently, and then simply live on. The music here
is Bach, Vivaldi; a chorale of children, a piano,
a violin. Together, they have a certain spirit
that is light, that lets in light, joyful, ecstatic.
“Forgive,” said The Christ, and why not? Every day
that you still breathe has all the joy
and murderous possibilities of your bravest dream.
Forgive. Breathe. Live. The moon has entered Virgo,
the wind shifts, blows up from the Delta, cools this valley,
and you are not beaten; the children sing, it is Bach,
and you are brave, alive, and human.
