○ Pisces Full Moon Musings ●
Sunday, August 26, 2018 AT 1:30 AM EST
B L O W I N G ☍ B U B B L E S
Sometimes I look up at the moon and I think God is blowing a big bubble from a distance. Sometimes it’s me blowing bubbles and kisses at the moon, hollering, “Moonie!” This night guardian reminds me to look up + ponder the trickster of the universe. With electricity it’s easy to disregard how much light the sun and moon bestow, but what would happen if the lights went out? Would we gather around candles and share stories? I live in the Mile End and at its heart a large Hasidic Jewish community flourishes. I am fascinated with their orthodox custom of Shabbat - every Saturday NO working - No igniting fires which sometimes means no light switches, so they created special lamps to circumvent any discordance. I know very little of this tradition, but I’m fascinated with ritual, and how we pay homage to the elements (nature, family, community, spirit) that sustain us. My favourite part of living alongside their customs is seeing kids playing on the streets at all times, day and night. Often I cross families walking together in the moonlight, and I wonder what rituals kept them up so late?
They believe in the immanence of God everywhere, I too feel a primordial force, less God-like and more like a playful orchestration of spirit in all matter. The Pisces full moon asks us to anchor our dreams into reality. To bring spirit into everything we do. We’ve been hit hard with the retrogrades, eclipses, and upgrades. We can feel the impact of the world’s fires, flooding, earthquakes, ignorance, and disrespect. Global warming can turn our dreams into nightmares, and optimism futile, but that's why the Virgo Sun is here to burst those bubbles, recalibrate the illusions, and bring us forward with fundamental values enlisting purpose, action, and direction as the key to the future.
Today, try chewing on some Bubblicious and see how long you last blowing bubbles when the flavour runs out. In kundalini yoga, we learn how to sustain the effort despite the often extreme discomfort. Apply this resilience to life, when it’s hard, sticky, ugly, know that just as the moon waxes and wanes, so does all the bullshit.
Ritual helped me to stop and create my own Shabbat, I now practice loving the darkest hours. I found my greatest medicine in the heartache and dreary uncertainty. I realized it was only time I was resisting. Tonight rest and languish in the minutes and hours, stay up late drinking in the moonlight, ponder what could I contribute if I walked with commitment and integrity, blowing bubbles in the face of adversity?