Saturday, January 19, 2019

Amplify This Super Blood Wolf Moon

Bonjour Mes Amies! Joyeux 2019!!

I have gone full throttle into my yoga practice this past fall and into 2019. I am part of a Teacher Training at Naturally Yoga which has immersed me in more consistent breathwork, smarter movement in poses and deep meditations. Along with a whole lot more! Look mates, all this yoga and I feel a little bit like . . . 
john landis horror GIF
An American Werewolf in London (1981)
A Werewolf? No! Transformative? Yes! Yet the wolf theme relates, since tomorrow's Super Blood Wolf Moon (SBWM) is supposed to be the only total lunar eclipse of the year. It is named in this way because it denotes a lunar eclipse that happens on the first full moon of the new year. Specifically, super means the moon will be seen larger in the sky and blood for the earth's reddish shadow on the moon. Finally, there's wolf referring to wolf mating season during January and February.

I am hoping the lunar eclipse will be as electric as Solar Eclipse of 2017. Perhaps it's a call to move from old patterns and rise up only to what you want to bring forth. I am not sure if it means to stick to your new year's resolutions. I think it means have the courage to shut out external noise and really listen your inner energy. My sense since I've been doing all this yoga, I feel like the same old me, just redirecting my energy. I'd like to poetically say that I am vibrating at a different frequency. But I think I flipped a switch in my thinking. It reminds me of my rock and roll husband's influence on our house. I borrowed his Back in Black album the other day and couldn't be helped but be taken away.

AC/DC stands for Alternating Current/Direct Current so riff on this:
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes


Angus Young and the rest of ACDC make me want to howl- like I am 18 years old. So maybe this SBWM means peeling away the labels I place on myself (mother, wife, daughter, sister, yogi, art teacher, artist, writer, etc...) When I look up at the eclipse tomorrow, I will wonder: Who am I in these dark, quiet moments? What sparkly secret will I whisper to myself? And most important, I will take a deep breath and feel.

May I gently suggest: turn off the bloody telly, forget your bloomin' screens and gaze until you meditate and meditate until you howl, howl, howl at the moon!! 

A bientot!

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