This past Sunday was another Full Moon. This one was in Scorpio, not like I know THAT much about what that signifies, but I do know it was super fucking emotional. From the articles I did read, this moon asked us to sit in our negativity, to face our shadows instead of conditionally running, quelling or covering it up with fake smiles and/or comfort. UGH. I go back and forth with following astrological forecasts however lately some shit has been too coincidental not to read more into it.
Regardless, my friend Stephanie and I decided we would hang Saturday night and do weird moon shit. Stephanie previously lead full moon and new moon yoga classes and intention setting meditations so I felt I was in good hands. Using her resources we lit some candles, cleared the space with Palo Santo and Sage and chatted about our fears and attachments. We shared personal stories and in turn decided to do a burning ritual to aid in true release.
Now, to be clear, I am NOT a fan of the phrase, "let it go." I think that if we, as humans were capable of letting it go, we'd all be a lot better off, but since we continue to think about and speak about our attachments clearly we are creatures of condition. SO, instead of letting go this full moon, I really focused on repatterining my thoughts about what I wish I could let go of.
So, Stephanie and I wrote down our fears, included what people/places/things we wanted to release our grip from. Surrender has been something I"m working on because I don't want certain people to leave my life, I want them there, I just want my thoughts around the situation to heal my heart or change. After we wrote everything down we went to her backyard and LIT THAT SHIT UP!!! Little embers of fire flying into the air and dissolving into smoke. We read words from, "Rise Sister, Rise," by Rebecca Campbell and did our best to FREEEEE the feelings from our physical and emotional bodies.
After the last bits of paper turned into ashes, it was as if something shifted. We looked at each other and smiled because we could tell we both felt a little lighter. It was a subtle shift but definitely something recognizable.
The next day I woke up to teach my classes, not really feeling that much different but knowing that the previous night was special. The true realization came when I practiced myself on Sunday. If you're not familiar with Y7 the class is in a candlelit room, it's VERY dark, so balancing is quite challenging. It's very doable but it's hard. However, on Sunday balancing in the dark came with ease, I didn't even have to think twice about what my body was doing in space, it felt effortless like floating! The teacher I went to for the first time even said after class, "wow you are SO grounded." All I could do was laugh, because LOL I'm not. It takes all of my breath and my effort to not live in my headspace 24/7, to actively pursue grounding techniques, so it was WILD to see how efficient the Full Moon rituals went into effect.
Did they last? No. Here we are Wednesday morning and last night my practice felt like I just grew legs for the first time. But, that's the beauty of it. We never reach an "end result." There is no finish line. We just keep learning, recognizing, ebbing and flowing, riding the wave. We can choose to participate in our growth and our journey or complain about it. It doesn't have to be perceived bad, we can literally repattern our thoughts to just take everything as is, in real time. Life is always happening for us, and tuning into that idea, even the shit that's uncomfortable we can welcome and invite in because we understand and trust it's there for a reason.
Bottom line, lighting shit on fire, in a controlled safe way, is SUPER FUN. So, try it. Love you.
