The vacuum must be left where it landed
when you picked up the book to check the date.
The normal floor inhabitants must be left askew,
baby bouncer on the bed, dog bowls on the dryer,
kitchen chairs in the living room.
You've wondered why it seems that one author's
voice is following you around.
She's there again today in your borrowed yoga magazine
from last spring. She was there in that radio program,
chosen based on it's byline, which didn't mention her.
You have to let things fall where they may sometimes;
because the baby's asleep, the fighting cats separated, the washer
filling up. Take this chance. Let the wind blow through the tightness
that's accrued during this week and open, open
|Into the Light by Jakki Moore|
I love the old stories in which the beloved is partly of the human world, partly of the animal kingdom, and things are not quite what they seem. In love the god becomes human, the wild one is tamed, the fierce one is the most gentle, the ugly one carries true beauty. The woman is tested by the Goddess. Or she marries a bear. Or he marries a seal. Travel beyond all the disguises and masks to risk the nobility of true beauty. Sometimes the journey is inward within the soul, and sometimes the journey is played out in the world with great flourish and drama. And the story may be happy or sad--there is a sadness in deep love, a sadness at the center of joy because love, like birth and death, breaks open the heart, breaks open the dream of beauty to reveal some other beauty, bigger and wilder and more precious than we knew. These love stories are not about "love at first sight" or "happily ever after." They are layered tales of grief and patience, courage, strength, and transformation.copied from We'Moon 2011 Astrological calendar, datebook, and daily guide to natural rhythms for womyn