Play the Violin- why it's hard to be a blogger

I should write a blog. It's been a bit and that last was kinda a downer. Huh. think. think. think.  Oh, I know! I'll write about my friend recently becoming a US citizen. GRRRR. No kitty. Go away.  I'm busy in deep thought. Please stop nuzzling my typing hand.  No. Get away!  Grrrr.

Where to start. Hmmm. I forgot to take the mail out to the box.  Shit. Well, Citicorp, sorry, but you aren't as important as my brilliant prose.  If only I could find the thread, pull the knit apart, find the story woven in it all. Hey. That sounded clever.  Good.  Blog post most be somewhere here. Oh crap, the dryer bell went off, I need to get that next load in or I'm sleeping on a mattress tonight.  Why are sheets so annoying to change anyway?

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Ooops. It appears Kitty was here again in my absence.  Maybe she could write a better blog.  Lol.  She would probably have followers.  We'd call it Darwin's Hieroglyphics or some other clever thing.  
OK. Focus. Focus.

Oh blog goddess, please send creative muses...

No?  no worries.  no one reads this anyway...

Simply Be; The Full Worm Moon

Do you ever think as a hearse goes by,

that you may be the next to die?

They wrap you up in a big white sheet

From your head down to your feet.

They put you in a big black box,

And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

All goes well for about a week,

Then your coffin begins to leak.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,

The worms play pinochle on your snout.

(the Hearse Song)

As children, we loved this singsong, driving each other insane with the glibly gross lyrics. Driving our parents to scream "Stop it!" We didn't think much about death. Coffins and graves were Halloween decorations. Ghosts were friendly and named Casper.  Death was a cartoon skeleton in a dark cloak.

Then we got older and if it was not personal for us yet; we at least understood death and the pain it brings by the evening news, by history lessons, by our parents' losses.  The singsong wasn't funny, but death didn't happen to US.

Oh, how wrong we were! Death arrived without any fun candy or pranks. Death just arrived. Dressed as cancer. Dressed as diabetes. Dressed ever so cleverly as Parkinson's, Multiple Sclerosis, ALS, or AIDS...diseases that took away life way before death really set in.  

Wait! Anubis insists on getting a word in here.  "Death is just a transformation, much as birth was and life is.  It is not the end but the continuing."  He sadly shakes his head. "You see death all wrong" he chides.

Imagery enters my head of Egypt. Jars of resin, cloth and sarcophagus. Mummification. Anubis frowns.  "No.  Not a different version of Halloween.  Just transformation."

Grave stones breaking in half with centuries of wear and over grown grass.  Tree roots which grow so big as to devour entire graves.  Names etched off by acid rain.

"NO!" Anubis growls.  "Just transformation."  Here he sits, beckons me to sit as well.  A sitting Anubis is an odd sight indeed.  I try not to stare. 

"What you believe is death is just the Ego ending.  People placing flowers, recalling you fondly, visiting your grave...this is all of the Ego.  Your soul has a name but it sure as hell isn't Brenda.  You can't understand because you can't see beyond your ego. But you will transform.  As did your ancestors, as did your parents.  

Do not be afraid.  Were you afraid to be born?  You simply were.  You will simply be again."

Moon Journal Template: A way to initiate progress

Moon Mandala Journal Template:

It is a cycle for initiating progress.

Just a reminder from my last blog:

The moon journal is to be used something like this:

New Moon: jot down what you wish to work on or make progress in. SET GOALS.
Waxing moon:  use the growing light to work hard on the issue
Full Moon:  celebrate accomplishment, or understand the obstacles
Waning Moon: set your house in order for next cycle, clear obstacles as able.
New Moon: start again.  Same goal or new goal.  There is no failure, only progress; however slow.

Here is the site that motivated me to create this journal page.  
The process is more eloquently described here:
 "Connect with your inner goddess: Flow with the moon phases"

Here is my version of a Moon Diary Page.  
For best results, copy image, print at size 8" by 8" in full color.

New Ways in a New Moon; the Worm Moon

The Worm Moon?  Farmers Almanac must be joking.  We still have feet of snow and more is coming tomorrow...

But hey, a title implies a general truth; not a weather guarantee, so I will remain hopeful.

In Sedona, a few weeks ago, I stumbled onto a website and a moon practice that resonated strongly for me.  I'll paraphrase here, but visit the site when you can.  It is practical and interesting.

The author called it "Connect with your inner goddess: Flow with the moon phases"
It is a cycle for initiating progress.

Goes something like this:
New Moon: jot down what you wish to work on or make progress in. SET GOALS.
Waxing moon:  use the growing light to work hard on the issue
Full Moon:  celebrate accomplishment, or understand the obstacles
Waning Moon: set your house in order for next cycle, clear obstacles as able.
New Moon: start again.  Same goal or new goal.  There is no failure, only progress; however slow.

I am working on a design for a sort of 'Moon Diary Page' template.  When I have it done, it will be offered here and on S6 as a free post.  If it assists, please use at will.

Here is the site I mentioned:
http://www.goddess-body-mind-spirit.com/Moon-Phases.html

Happy New Moon!