Sometimes It’s Just Zen

Today was marvelous. Thanks universe.

My creative juices are making me drool right now, and that’s how I know the full moon is approaching. It’s actually Saturday, for those of you who aren’t in the know.

I remember a time in the tender bud of my youth, where I was entangled in a romance with witchcraft. For each full moon, I would make sure that I had a lover lined up (when appropriate), and I would fill my bedroom with fresh flowers (I carefully researched the symbolism of these flowers, of course) and candles, and incense. I’d take a really long bath in the appropriate essential oils, and then fold myself into some type of silk robe. I’m sure you can fill in the rest. I really enjoyed this little ritual. I think perhaps I ought to bring it back. It always helped me tap into the divine feminine, and who doesn’t need a little of that every now and then?

I think it’s about time that I started to look for ways to make my life a little more spiritual, and try to find a beautiful mind/body connection. All of that has sort of fallen away in the muddle of relationships gone wrong, homes falling apart, and pets being shuffled about in the chaos.

This full moon is going to be time for a reflection on the power of solitude, and the strength of finding my own two feet beneath me no matter what happens. I’ll be flying solo, this month. Something tells me not for long though…

I’m thinking of studying Red Tantra. Google it.




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