Full Heart Moon
Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

Can you feel the emotional ocean?

Yes, the one rolling around your heart…the one whose tide has been rising for days, or even weeks now, and whose waves are beginning to engulf the ships of all the other things? The wild ocean, whose emotional pitch is reaching a feverish intensity, and beginning to drown out so many other sounds? Well, some of you can and some of you can’t perhaps, but I do, so I knew I had to write about the pull of this unbelievable moon, which will be full on Saturday.

At first I thought it was just me. It usually starts that way, and let me tell you sometimes it is…just me. But just about the time I think I am losing it altogether I realize it is usually something bigger. That’s when I check in on other levels to see what other influences, which there are so many of in our time especially, might be at play. That’s when I saw the energies this moon is carrying on the inner planes, and felt the intensity it is brewing up in the heart.

The universe and benevolent energies within it are using this moon to reach right into our hearts and make them stir, and move, and churn, and burn. The moon is emotional by nature, so when she is in her full power she is like a mirror of our deepest and most internal being. In this way she is helping us all to experience a heart atunement at this time, in preparation for what is coming next for each of us, and for the world. For this reason I have called this a “full heart moon.”

The stirring of the heart has caused the oceanic waters within it to rise, like a high tide of the heart onto the shores of our being. It may feel revealing, exposing, and emotionally overwhelming. Some of the emotion will be clearly tied to things occurring in your life, while other of it will seem totally unrelated to anything you can pinpoint. It can be very disconcerting. Take heart. Because the rising waters are carrying important treasures up from the bottom of your being, and after the full moon passes and it begins to wane again, these waters will fall back and leave those treasures on the beaches of your awareness…out in the open and accessible. Then they can be incorporated into your life and outer being, and enjoyed.

Some of these “treasures” have been there a very long time, and have been kept there because you did not think they were very beautiful or perfect when you put them there. Some didn’t feel safe to have out in the open of your being, but they are needed now. Only in allowing them to emerge will you see how they are transformed, or be able to see the same thing with new eyes that reveal their original perfection. Still, the emergence can feel much more like drudging useless and painful waste up from a place you wish you could leave it. It will be worth it in the end though, and easier to allow if you know what is actually happening, and that there is nothing ugly about it.

It takes courage to do this. And for those of us who have little to ground us in the world, or few companions on the path, it can be even more painful and difficult. Take refuge if you can find it…and if at all possible take refuge within the very place of challenge. Take yourself down to the shore of your heart and watch the moon pulling the waters over all the land…and when it does, if you can… dive inside. Try to remember you have, in the deepest and truest sense, nothing to lose, and nothing to hide…especially from yourself.

If you can dive in, then there is nothing left to fear or be ashamed of. It is all welcome and part of you. It is not at any distance. It may be confusing, and make your identity as malleable and mutable as paper that has become wet and is dissolving away slowly. But whatever is real about you won’t…and that is the whole point, I believe.

Thank you. On this day that, at its best, is supposed to be about giving thanks, I want to thank you. I want to thank those of you who are reading these words for the first time and have never been here before, and I want to thank those of you who have been reading the words I write and engaging with my work for years. I want to thank those of you from dozens of countries, and states of being, for holding your hearts up to mine, just by being here now and connecting through my words. For they are not my words, really. They are yours too. Such is the path of the Oracle, and since we are each one, we come here to decide how to best accept this fate and embrace this gift…how to hold our hearts up to the Universe’s, and listen for the common beat.

Thank you for touching me, for trusting yourselves enough to move through this world as gifted individuals at the dawn of a time that will finally know how to make space for us again, and welcome our sensitive richness and bold intensity, and to hold us. Hold on. You will be held.

Love,
Jennifer

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Saturday, November 17th, 2007

It’s real. The slate-gray skies are regulars again outside my window, waiting for the same god-sent coffee I am right now, to lift their spirits. And the last wind storm shook the final tenacious leaves from the trees, and they are as bare as some of us feel walking through an ashen landscape. All of this may be true, and yet all I can think about is passion. The orange glow of a flame inviting the color out of everything around it, the strange and welcome rush of heat from hot water running over skin. The liquid of ink becoming one with the paper.

Magdalen has called it a “passionate universe” and I absolutely agree. But lately I have been thinking much more about the passionate dimension. The dimension of passion is always there. It’s close kin inspiration, vitality and joy are often found hanging about nearby. We must simply find the hidden doorways at the ends of the hallways of confusion, distraction, or pain. Those hallways we almost can’t avoid in the human experience, and which veil from us the dimension of passion, but cannot keep us away from it ultimately. For passion is true to our essence.

There is a little curtain that often keeps us from seeing the doorway to the ever-present dimension of passion, and there is also a secret for seeing beyond it. The little curtain is postponement. And while the hope of something greater tomorrow can be the fuel we need to move forward in the first place, if it is all we ever have we will ultimately feel a hunger that doesn’t go away. A yearning for a feeling that seems out of our reach, but comes truly from something right at our fingertips…this moment. It may not seem like much from where you are. It may not always be well dressed, but if you can look beyond appearances and truly claim it as your own, you will find the electric spark and the eternal flame that keep the dimension of passion always open to you.

Begin with little pleasures. They are everywhere, but you have to acknowledge them in order to receive their nectar, and pollinate your life with them. They can make your life fertile. Only you can find them…hiding in the grass of other things, like painted easter eggs. You have to look for them, and fill your basket. You have to find them in a fragrance, a cup of fresh and eclectic herbal tea or a mind-blowing and well-pulled shot of espresso. The soft light of a colored lamp. Music you really love. A long, hot shower. When is the last time you let yourself become completely absorbed in the experience of a shower? Felt the water actually rolling over your skin and savored the sensation? How about the last time you ate something so delicious that you involuntarily salivated and slowed your chewing mid-bite? How about the last time the color of an insect, or a flower, or someone’s hair stopped you in your tracks?

What about the last time, whether sitting in nature or the wilds of a city, you just gave your total awareness to taking in your surroundings? The sights, smells, and sounds? When is the last time you wore silk, or soft cotton or any texture that caresses your skin as you wear it…and really felt it? We spend so much time trying to avoid our surroundings rather than indulging in them. They are harsh instead of warm, and we pull back from them rather than fall into them. We try not to feel. We become artists of the numb. We forget then, when we return to environments of sweetness, deliciousness, or bliss, how to let go again. We have become too good at not feeling.

The moment is the remedy. It is always there. The medicine never grows far from the poison. First we just have to remember what we want to feel and take every opportunity to surround ourselves with it, and then give ourselves the chance to really feel it when we do. I don’t mean to say this is always easy. It can be massive to do this…awkward, painful, even terrifying. We may have to try many more times than we feel hopeful enough or willing enough to try, to make it through the sometimes-thick layers of resistance or pain between ourselves and our feelings, which gain us entry to the passionate dimension. But once we get there we will want to keep going back. It is healing, and immediately feels like a balm to the ravaged places in our heart and soul.

It takes courage to slip over to the wild side, when others may not see anything beyond the stone-washed landscape of the world of non-feeling, but as soon as you do you become a warm-colored light, a luminous bulb of vibrancy moving across the dimensions. You don’t have to give your light, you just have to be a light and the giving will happen on its own. You are not responsible for it. You are just responsible for finding what lights you.

Make a list if you want. Add to it. Notice how many times in a day you can slip into the passionate dimension. It can be your little secret if you like. Though soon you will notice that it is changing the rest of the parts of your life that have been black-and-white, to color.

Love,
Jennifer