The Dreaming Moon
Ho hum. I’m feeding my soul today instead of watching the transition. There’s an individual who stands on the corner of Highway 62 near Shoe City known as the “sign guy,” and he comes out sporadically with a message to share. Today, his sign said “Street gangs have more respect for senior citizens than the police or MAGA Trump administration.” I turned my head to the car next to me and watched a woman and her elderly mother nodding their heads. I started to cry and got too distracted to take a photo. Today I am also mourning the loss of Cecile Richards.
We celebrated the full moon in Cancer last week - the wolf moon. The moon rises one hour later each day, meaning throughout the week we were able to catch the gigantic golden orb at 5, then 6, then 7. It was so large on Wednesday night I thought my vision was going - had someone erected a rounded orange circus tent somewhere in Yucca? Had I never noticed one of the fast food signages… what had an orange logo? Was someone throwing a golden-hued disco in one of the glass domes that seem to be popping up on properties in the area? No, it was the moon levitating from the horizon, slowly shrinking the higher she flew. Nothing like a moonrise from the Walmart parking lot.
The full moon in Cancer asks us to reflect on the home, safety and security: this was a heartbreaking moon in light of the LA fires. Thank you to those that reached out to check in - we are luckily very safe out here and only suffered minimal power outages due to wind.
The desert has become a safe haven for many from the LA area and the community here has banded together to raise money and support. A contrast to the typical “go back to LA” bumper stickers on cars around town. As one of my yoginis pointed out at a class on Saturday morning, the regulars at the studio inadvertently placed their mats in a perimeter close to the walls of the studio, making a nest to hold all of the refugees snug in the center of the room.
Take care of yourself today. I hope you can find safety. Here’s a song I can’t stop listening to and some photos of newborn baby goats we got to meet yesterday at the Cascade Trails Mustang Sanctuary. They were born that morning.
Love,
Lily
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