Aquarius Moon Manifesto

Much has changed within me

All around. 

A spiral staircase, I look up…I look down.

There is a freedom, a lightness, as the moon boldly bares her shadow side. 

There is a potent and promising aliveness. 

I’ve decided to take lessons from all the versions of myself. 

I’ve decided to stop holding the red-hot poker of fear 

I’ve decided to stop stabbing myself in the foot with it. 

I’ve decided to breathe

Peace and power and love

Up through my roots, 

Fill my womb with Shekinah’s receptive presence

Like a tree whose roots reach into heaven

And whose branches bear the fruits of Eden. 

I’ve decided lately to sit in silence and curiosity

In the watery womb of the dawn hours and commune with my breath 

ride it through my body, 

through time and space,

to match the pose and power of the Priestess within me.

And wrap my head, and heart, and hands in the silk garments of gratitude. 

I’ve decided lately, to not think of creative gestures in the sense of what I “must” do or “should” do

but instead to anticipate the moment I know I’m ready to do it

Because at that point I am full of the energy and vibration of heart for the job. 

And it is effortless then

compared to the forced solutions and future-tripping about it that I often do when I am not yet filled with the passion required. 

I’ve decided lately that my body is beautiful and whole in all its many shapes and forms

and evolving in total collaboration with my spirit. 

I know the power of my internal and external pathways (and their relationship with the roots, rivers, wind, and stars.)

I know they are just right. They are serving me, and you, and everything. 

In the day my body is carrying my spirit, my power, my ambition, my lesson-driven longings, the dreams of an archetype, the future reality. 

My body is a temple, a blessing way, a conduit that connects heaven and earth. 

I love her. 

She is just right. 

She will change, shift, get bumped, get bruised, heal, and grow strong, and make babies, and dance, and sing songs. 

I’ve decided lately that there is no scarcity of time, energy, or power. 

But I will let my Beasty believe it because it’s a beautiful, slow, detail-oriented existence when my animal side sees life as something to be relished in—a gift that happens in a blip of time… 

I’ve decided I will harvest a new brand of living this year. 

One that is steeped in wildness and deep knowing 

One that produces the (currently) unimaginable 

Goodness of my potential

One that involves fresh energy, 

delicious food that is packed with life-giving properties 

and the wisdom of my family’s kitchen ghosts and memories. 

A brand of living that steeps us in the beauty and richness of nature. 

One that builds us up through a variety of cultures—and shows us alternative ways of being and seeing in this world. 

One that smells like earth, and sun, and trees I cannot name yet. 

One where the children can safely run, and swim, and discover their potential and pleasures in this life

One where music flows around and through us. 

One where money, and sex, and service are revered and respected. 

One where deeper levels of giving and receiving are a dance of effortless grace—like breathing. 

One where we know our worth.

We know our ability to sow seeds of spectacular quality for future generations. 

A brand of living where my roots are constantly steeping in the fertile waters of my Soul’s purpose:

To receive, to cherish, and share without reservation. 

I’ve decided. And so it is.