March left with a roar of wind and rain both metaphorical and physical. The new month brought a new morning of sweet color and light dancing on the clouds. I reading this as a blessing of new beginnings and the promises of spring.
Dreams stuck in a field of mud with no energy to pull them out. Doors close and no new ones in sight. Looking back obscures the one front and center. March madness and its leprechauns play tricks of confusion. Enjoy the cosmic moon as it glows while taking out the trash at night. .
Have you ever found yourself in a place, in a culture not your own? Here in Southern California this can be a constant as you move from one one part of town to the next and interact. Verbal language can be tough and get in the way. A more effective communication is body language and allowing your body to be filled with the rhythms of your surroundings so that you move and vibrate with those around you. Then this, and a smile, make all things work out. Well most of the time..
Pulled into the middle of January with thoughts of fresh beginnings while the slow workings of past karma continue to play out. Choppy waves all around and the stormy tears of the world flow. The interior center is peaceful but does it have any connection to the so called "real world"? And although the deep water is still the storm on the surface affects. Quiet...and see the moon rise in the low gradation of dusk light or the graceful cool shadows cast across the freeway as a heated discussion rages inside the car.