Lunacy

The Moon.  For millenia, our Moon was worshipped, a representation of the Great Goddess, a symbol of life, death, and rebirth.  Organised religion, science, and industry have separated us from our pagan ancestors, we rationalise, think logically, and need to have everything proven.  But nature, magic, and spirituality can't be put in a box and explained away.

A full moon is a time for us to give thanks, to celebrate, to dream; a time to connect with your inner self and your power.










Enjoy the energy of the moon, express your gratitude for all the gifts our cosmic mother and the universe has give us.  Explore your feelings, think about the kind of person you want to be, the things you want to accomplish.  It can all happen.


                                    Believe in Magick!

Ah irony.

I started this blog in order to (under Zola's  famous advice to  all those who aspire to become great writers) write everyday.  Days one and two were easy, but day three had me stumped. So stumped that it's been over a month since my first two posts! So where's the irony? My planned topic for day 3 was… inspiration; which obviously, I do not seem qualified to expound on.  It has now been many, many days since I have pondered this topic, and I am still perplexed. Well, maybe that's the point.

            

 Inspiration is elusive, magical, fleeting, ephemeral, and at times overwhelming. It can come at the most inopportune moments, or not at all. It can be triggered by the most mundane of things, or require hours of contemplation.

It can be found in your garden, your closet, in the bath. Or even whilst watching telly, reading, or chatting with friends. A look from a stranger, the smell of your signifcant other, the feel of your pet's fur; all these potential moments of beautiful revelation.

The touch of the muse is evanescent, a momentary rapport with the universe. Treat it with respect, nurture the relationship and you never know where she will take you. Bon chance!