Scratchings of the heart and mind
Years ago, someone shared with me that a ring around the moon meant a forecast of rain. When I've remembered to pay attention, I've seen a pattern of consistency to support that...
Two nights ago, I saw a ring form around the moon; it was large and evident.
Then, last night, I saw one again... to a lesser degree.
Tonight, I woke to the sky stirring. The heavens cried; they heaved relentlessly... and I wept with them. A storm of surrendering.
And when all became calm and quiet, I acknowledged an internal serenity. I felt cleansed. But, I wonder how the earth feels; the remnants of chaos can find no place to go... other than to shift itself from one part of the planet to another: from the toxic cauldron of the fires... to the tears of the sky...the rivers to the ocean. I'm reminded that the Earth always has a 'back yard.'
The language of Earth... and Spirit.
A warrior in training. Traveler, writer, poet, photographer & designer. A mother to three warrior girls who are the mirrors to mastery.