03/25/2008

Spring, 2008 Full Moon Blessings

March 25, 2008

Dahlins, sweet Dahlins--

Did the rest of y’all feel the hot, glorious mojo that came with the past five days? The full moon, the Spring Equinox, and Easter! This is the first time in my lifetime, or in many lifetimes, that the Pagan Feast of the Spring Equinox came at the same time as the as the Western Christian/Roman calendar belief. As Joseph Campbell, the great mythologist put it: "It can all be summed up in three words: birth, death, re-birth." And that’s what it’s all about - in the heart, in the soul, in Mother Earth as she goes through her seasons. Moving from this dark winter to the light of spring stirs us; we feel new seeds inside us. We are pregnant with new life. If we are open to it, life feels all new.

After that eclipse (Oh, great reminder that the dark can be pulled back to reveal the light that was always there anyway.) We just thought it was gone. I stood out in the middle of the yard and chanted the old words "LOVE! JOY! PEACE!" and I heard them echoed back to me. In this home of love, sited as it is, we can stand and call out that way, and hear your words return. Are they "our" words, or the words of a sister/brother relation down the valley calling back to us, reminding us that we are not alone? Are they relations who wait for us to call out as angels wait, patiently? We are blessed by our guardian angels. A human being that can wait as long as an angel does is a high being. I am blessed to have such beings in my life, and I bow down in thanks for such a bountiful and true a gift.

During those dark, cold winter nights, I was writing. The new book was coming out strong, and I had to catch it. Eat, sleep, walk, punctuate, elaborate, and edit. Computer desk piled with notes and earlier versions, and stickies (what I call Post-Its. Boy, don’t you wish you’d invented that product?!) Jammies. Pink suede slippers lined in white fluff, trying to remember to eat (if I ate what I REALLY wanted . . . well, let’s just not even think about it.)

YIKES! EVIL TWIN TAKKING OVER!!! NO! BROWNIES! PAUL NEWMAN CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!! PEANUT M & M’S (GOOD FOR YOU—THOSE PEANUTS ARE NATURAL AND HAVE SO MUCH PROTEIN! GIVE THEM TO ME NOW OR YOU WILL BE SORRY YOU EVER LIVED!)

But it was my sweet husband who kept me writing. When I scratch out a scene on the black spaces in the Lands End catalog, and he is able to read it and make it into a document that I can then carry through on. When writers say their book wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for their spouse, believe it. My sweet husband does just about everything except for writing. (Girls, I’m sorry, I’ve been asked a million times whether he has a brother, or even an unmarried cousin, and I have to say no. I’ve seen women walk away, rueful. For any suffering that has come my way, my sweetheart makes up for it.)

So, Lyme Disease has lifted enormously. Pray it is permanent. I pray for y’all all the time, pink and blues carried in a basket of not only Ya-Ya faith, but the faith of a new character you’ll meet when his new book comes your way. And faith that goes beyond all of this, a faith held in the La Luna, in the Holy Lady, in the stardust that lives in all of us.

Love and prayers and, as always . .

84,000 Blessings,

Rebecca