One more week🧚‍♀️🐢🧚‍♀️

I promised myself a month… had slithering doubts whether I’d make it. I was hoping I could. I mean… not that it’s a monstrous task.

Memories fade. Yet some of them remain crystal clear. How is that? Who decides? Who chooses what stays at the front of the line?

The memory I was trying to pull back ~ was how I felt, as I did the last bits, gathered them all and sent them off.

The end of four years.

Saying that took me right back… that late day on the beach… only been here (back in the area) about 3 weeks. Had no intention of returning. Was just looking for affordable accommodation.

Next step on my road out of Mahalia (the Sacred Site I lived for 7 years).

So three weeks… I was just settling in. Takes a while. Mind moves fast, body moves slow.

I was on the beach… it was getting cold. Day was diminishing, dusk coming soon. Sky was pregnant with heavy weighty clouds… dark as night.

Will there be a chance… to catch a glimpse?

I was willing to wait and see.

Hours it was… as I sat and observed. Couples walking hand in hand. Kids running, playing in the sand. Lone walkers contemplating life… breathing in the magick air.

Surfers… communing with their beloved.

People swimming… having a dip. Jumping in the waves.

I sat and observed.

The hours kept chugging on… it was getting cold.

I wasn’t going to leave… till I caught at least a glimpse.

It’d been a very long time… since I had the chance to watch Moon rise out of the ocean.

It was the Virgo Full Moon… and she sat right on my Sun.

I sensed, as often is the way with me… that this Full Moon was significant. And I needed to be there to welcome her.

Hours built on hours… was almost tempted to leave.

Sky was black…

is there even a crack… that she’ll be able to slip through?

Almost at the point of standing… taking my cold body back to my lodgings…

she appeared

in all her majesty

Black clouds or no… she’s never diminished

We got to commune.

But it was during that time… those hours on the beach

sitting waiting…


watching the interaction

of humans and the ocean

I began to feel.

It came on suddenly

hadn’t beckoned it


filled my mind.

Where did that come from?

Rarely ever give it a thought

I felt the fear… the anguish and the dread

like melted steel

pooled in my gut

It took a life…

overwhelmed the surrounds

I looked at the people

all of them… so many

I looked to the ocean

all the creatures in there

the whales and the dolphins

and all the rest… we rarely, if ever see

the combination of the two… was unthinkable

a catastrophe of unimaginable proportions

‘NO!’ it can’t happen

Then it came… from the pit of my soul

well… that’s what it felt like

I made a request… of the Goddess

Illuminated there in this Virgo Full Moon

‘Can you give me an answer… to heal the oceans?’

In my innocent awareness… I pleaded.

Of course I forgot… that day/night drifted from the top of my mind

I got on with living

being in a new place

But Life didn’t forget

Oh no… not that kind of request

It unfolded

It has a story

Four years forward… I took the road that opened

How will it all translate

create an outcome

we’ll just have to wait and see.

Three weeks ago… that memory I was trying to conjure

how I felt

as I finally sent off the last of my training

Four years… from way back then to now

As I pressed ‘send’

I promised myself I’d take one month off

I was exhausted

Well… there’s one week left.

I’m surprised

I did it.

Wonder what’s next.

Ahhhh Life… by the courtesy of Breath.

Hope your day is magickal… if not, make it that way

I’m gonna try 🧚‍♀️🌷🧚‍♀️

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I love to write . . . I love to appreciate all the beauty in life. I find comfort and healing in dear Mother Nature's bounty, creative projects fill my home ~ everywhere. I've done many things and more await me ~ life is a journey, a creative adventure. I often say thank you for all that's been given.

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