new moon journaling...

when you take your journal down

from the bookcase …

with every intention to write

about your day …

the serenity of the walk along the lake

 finding beach glass and stones in the shape of a heart along the way 

as you happily add them to your gathering bag

hearing the sound of the waves

and pausing to watch and take long, deep, intentional breaths of  the fresh,  salty air

and hearing the serenade of bird song

when you close your eyes for a moment to really listen

and then looking around to see where it was coming from

and noticing it was a red winged black bird  who was watching you as he sang each beautiful note

and then …

pause before ever turning the cover over

because at that moment you have "other ideas" for the plain black cover

because your day was far too beautiful

and you are much too grateful

to write the words down in an ordinary plain covered journal :-)

Wild Moon Woman

you were not 

made to be tame

you are

 an earthquake

shaking loose

everything

that is not soul

Shake

Woman

Shake