{"id":45185,"date":"2013-10-17T03:12:56","date_gmt":"2013-10-17T08:12:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=45185"},"modified":"2016-10-17T03:16:53","modified_gmt":"2016-10-17T08:16:53","slug":"taking-time-for-silence-and-reflection-as-the-full-moon-crosses-the-sky","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/taking-time-for-silence-and-reflection-as-the-full-moon-crosses-the-sky\/","title":{"rendered":"Taking time for silence and reflection as the full moon crosses the sky"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"moon<\/a>Yesterday I spent time clearing the seating area around the firepit, mowing the weeds and ferns that had taken over all summer, moving the chairs around, raking the ground, restacking the firewood. I let the path and seating area grow wild each spring and summer, making only a single file walk to the chair at the mouth of the firepit when I visit. As soon as the weather cools off, my yard calls me and that\u2019s when I begin clearing the trails and opening up the circle. \u00a0I awoke about 2:30am and went outside to sit in the newly cleared area. From beneath the oak canopy I could see the full moon high overhead, its light filtering through the branches. I face my chair west so I can watch it move across the sky.\u00a0At this time of night, in the stillness I can hear the distant traffic on Emerson, Malabar, I-95. \u00a0It\u2019s been awhile since I got to sit quietly alone with no other thoughts to tend to but my own. It feels as though a cloak has dropped from me. \u00a0No one to answer to, no one needing me, me not imagining I\u2019m needed anywhere. That\u2019s a glorious feeling. \u00a0It\u2019s a different life, being a recovering recluse, balancing an outer life of writing and doing\u00a0psychic readings<\/a>, and I\u2019m blessed with a partner who gets it. This is the first time in years that I\u2019ve done\u00a0readings\u00a0during final layout week. I reflected this morning on how surprised I was to find how easily that flowed. It\u2019s true, the busier I am, the more I can do. \u00a0Also, the more silence I can let myself sink into, the more readily the spidey sense comes to the fore. When I\u2019m in that flow, the magic happens. \u00a0Tomorrow night is full moon<\/a>, time to release what no longer serves me. \u00a0I\u2019m sure I\u2019ll think of something.<\/p>\n

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