The Smorgasbord Moon

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You’ve got your super moon, your blue moon, the Adam’s Family-esque blood moon and you’ve got your total lunar eclipse! You don’t even have to choose between which lunar phenomena you want to enjoy because by the time you’re reading this blog all of it happened at the same time.

This is one of those astrological events that makes me feel like I need to do something. In the very least I should cleanse my crystals, but I don’t think you’re supposed to do that during an eclipse, even though you are supposed to take advantage of the extra light of the super moon. Do you see how complex this could get? It’s like trying to figure out how to dress for a wedding and a funeral simultaneously!

Then there’s everyone on social media who is an expert on the heavenly bodies that influence our small, human existence. “Be aware of this, watch out for that….” They say. I just got a notification from a Vedic astrologer advertising, “How to survive this eclipse portal.”

No pressure or anything, it’s just a matter of life or death.

Catalyst Yogi delivers sometimes wild concepts in such a reasonable way I am able to benefit from his videos and posts. That’s an important skill for a spiritual teacher to have, you know, or how else are you ever going to get anyone to practice something called fire breath in lotus pose – am I right? He casually mentioned on Instagram regarding this lunar eclipse, “You’re about to get an energetic poke towards your destiny!”

Awesome. How about a little more of that.

But that’s also about the time I sat down with my blanket and closed my eyes, wondering what in the hell I’m supposed to do with all of this information. I want an assignment, you know;  write poetry on Target receipts and light ’em on fire, walk barefoot around the backyard widdershins and be on the lookout for the possum who lives under the porch, find out who ate the pink pool noodle and see if they need help.

While I was under my blanket, I remembered a moment in front of my meditation table not too long ago. You see, it is not uncommon to make an offering of fruit, incense or a candle. Typically the offering is to a favored Deity or placed before a picture of a beloved Teacher or Guru. Whilst leaving such an offering to a not so uncommon image, I felt suddenly gripped with an insecurity…. am I doing this right? Should I say something more, or perhaps less? Where should I put it and is that bowl nice enough? This is, of course, an approximation of the dialogue which was actually a sudden and inexplicable torrent of that kind of insecurity mashed into a split second feeling.

That ego is a tricky bitch, always trying to knock you off your game.

A reassuring grace followed, and though I was wilted, my practice wasn’t weakened from the momentary onslaught. Beneath the pressure of this super full blue blood eclipse, I’m going to share the thought that comforted me so much in that moment; you don’t actually have to do anything except show up for your sadhana (spiritual practice) and be as detached as you can be (Krishna had a lot to say about this; read The Bhagavad Gita if you haven’t already).

This is where you push back, I understand. There is so much to be done during these astrological alignments and portals and degrees of celestial awesome I would be remiss as a teacher to tell you to do anything less than EVERYTHING! possible to harness and release the magical energy locked – sealed! within the confines of these rare events.

Yes, I know.

But… do you ever feel like it’s too much? Do you ever feel like it is so meaningful that you get performance anxiety and instead do nothing? That’s where it becomes a problem, and that is when the fact that everyone on social media is a level nine astrologer tangles with our individual ability to dance with the planets and stars to the tune of our unique birth chart and relationship with the heavens.

Now you might be one of those Yogi’s who is perfectly capable of balancing the charge of a super moon with the reclusive combustion/yearning for ultimate purpose of a Leo eclipse, and if that’s the case you’re a better Libra than I. But if you feel overwhelmed by the information around this or really any celestial event, take a step back and get simple.

At the new moon think about what you would like to bring into your life.

At the fill moon consider what has come to fruition and might be moving out of your frame of vision.

During this cycle, or any moon cycle, don’t negate the rest of the phases of the moon in favor of conserving your focus for the new and full moon. For example, the waxing crescent is a fun time to pay attention to sprouts in your life. What talent or interest is flirting with your attention? Take a week or more to journal on this topic.

Go look at the stars without thinking about who or what might be where. Just appreciate their outrageous beauty and the fact that one of them might be your distant cousin.

I don’t think dancing with the celestial bodies should feel like work or be so overwhelming that we just freeze up around it. And remember, like when you leave an offering of fruit or flame, you don’t have to do anything except show up with devotion; the Divine is who receives it and transforms the offering into a blessing. If you want to get technical, it is also the Divine making the offering, just saying.

Sometimes being a witness with a wish to grow is enough to turn your presence into a blessing.

If you’re looking for grounded information I follow Jessica Lanyadoo on Instagram @jessica_lanyadoo she’s witty, well written and is usually very kind to Libras. http://www.lovelanyadoo.com/weekly-horoscope

Catalyst Yogi is excellent but not necessarily an astrologer. He gives accessible and reassuring insights into energetic goings on. Visit his blog catalystyogi.com

If you’d like something of the tarot card variety @thewelltarot gives a weekly shakedown that’ll help you watch your step and keep a sense of humor about it if you stumble. thewelltarot.com and sign up for her news letter.

Remember, not everyone on the internet is your friend and not everyone knows what in the hell they’re talking about.

 

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Rethinking The Great American Eclipse

This is the day before the Great American Eclipse and let me tell you something – I’m tired of hearing about it. I’m tired of seeing articles on it and talking about it, too. I read horoscopes and Vedic astrology and like any decent new age kid I follow The Hood Witch, Mystic Mamma and Serpentfire on Instagram, so I kinda already know everything about all the woo woo of this eclipse in Leo. Just saying.

Right now I’m over it all. There is an expectation in the air for this eclipse, like we’re collectively going to be able to release dogmas that have held us back from being our best, brightest and most enlightened selves. We’re going to break through or jump over this eclipse portal to be somehow different and better than before. It’s like 2012 all over again without the hysteria and subterranean fear of aliens no one wanted to talk about until after it was over.

This eclipse portal and all its fetishized implications, the least of which is that this country’s leadership will somehow come under the control of someone with some sense, makes me feel like an under achiever. There’s lots of internet chatter, which I have resolved to henceforth ignore unless it’s in regards to this blog or my Etsy shop, about this eclipse aligning us with our true purpose, our dharma, our raison d’etre. I’ve heard that before and now it’s just starting to piss me off.

Maybe it’s because I have a cold and feel like an under achiever, because all I want to do is drink ginger tea and eat noodles, but I feel pissy about this topic of dharma and purpose. Does this mean that in my pissy-ness I will neglect my practices, that I won’t do my mantra or that I’ll say to hell with you all and those damn cardboard glasses that make everyone who puts them on look like ALF?

Of course I will do my practices, but I’m not doing them with any certainty that lightening will crack open the sky and I’ll have a clear vision of my own raison d’etre – eclipse or no. In fact, I’m not so sure about that whole reason for being anymore, at least not in the great sweeping sense of finality that has made me feel like a desperate yogi on the lookout from some outpost on the edge of the world. Maybe we’re not supposed to have the one, explicit unchangeable thing that we are – poet, doctor, lover, priest, garbageman, physicist…. What if the work isn’t to discover what we are but, instead, to peel away everything we are not.

I spent six years thinking, decidedly, that my purpose on this planet was to teach yoga classes. I fell in with a crowd who I let convince me that “job” and “calling” must coincide and I’ve been miserable ever since. By the time I wrapped that up a few months ago, I felt strained resentment for the “profession” and annoyance at the decidedly shiny happy people who insist on yoga #everydamnday and never ever admitting to feelings of sadness, frustration or anything below the acceptable baseline of utter joy.

Sometime around my first year of teaching yoga I did Rod Stryker’s online workshop on The Four Desires, which is a book about helping the aspirant uncover the fundamental intention of their soul and purpose for walking upon this Earth. The book talks about intention, decision and the four aims of life which are the investment of oneself equally in duty, wealth, pleasure and the pursuit of liberation. I don’t know about you, but that’s pretty much me #everydamnday

Upon further contemplation and a few years under my belt, I am given pause at the audacity of someone implying I must qualify my existence with an acceptable statement of intent.  All of the stream of consciousness writing I did during this online workshop with The Four Desires left me feeling as confounded as reading about the implications of this eclipse we’re looking at tomorrow. If there is work to do, I don’t know what it is. If there are special maaracas I am supposed to shake, then I don’t know where they are. If I am supposed to be something more or different than myself after the moon dances in front of the sun tomorrow afternoon, I don’t know what that looks like.

Dear Reader, have you ever practiced puja or prayers in which you left offerings on your meditation table or altar? Perhaps a bouquet of flowers or a small cup of water in front of a picture of the Black Madonna or Jesus? Have you ever removed the pits from dates and left them before a statue of the Buddha? Have you ever dared to leave dark chocolate before an image of Kali?

Well, I have (or variations thereof), and sometimes I wondered if there was something else I was supposed to do other than leave the milk, the oats, the water or incense. Should I do something more than leave an offering? Ought I to say a special mantra specifically designed for aspirants on the spiritual path to say while making devotionals? If so, I don’t know what it is and am confounded by that, too.

Then, like lightening opening the sky, one night it struck me that it’s not my job to know what to do with the offerings. I hand it over for a reason…. I give over the chocolate, the flowers, the water, the flame and I set it down. Setting it down is part of the practice. Perhaps, for some of us, it is the hardest part of the practice. But by the very virtue of being the one leaving the offering, I am not the one who has to know what to do with it.

So here we are on the precipice of this magnificent celestial event, and if you’re anything like me you might have cultivated all sorts of spiritual expectations and psychic implications around it. It’s okay, as you can see, clearly I have too. But I’ve been doing some writing today, and I’ve been doing the one practice I have clung to during the maelstrom of information, astrological guidance and implicit warnings regarding the path of the moon’s shadow passing over our great nation.

That one practice to which I have clung is the silent mantra, which is a great tool for overcoming the shadow of negative thinking that stretches across the mind during times of transformation and change. Sometimes, negativity manifests as expectation. Think about it – has doing something awesome ever made you feel like crap? No, it hasn’t. But any wall of expectation you built around the awesome thing you did might have made you feel like crap. If it didn’t then you’re more enlightened than me, so…..call me, tell me your ways. Because if I write and publish a book and it’s anything less than a run away best seller, I’m going to feel like a failure. See, isn’t that crazy? That’s what I’m talking about.

I see the real potential for this eclipse to leave folks deflated and a little depressed, like the wake of a few weeks into the New Year, because I’ve seen a lot of talk regarding the expectations of this eclipse. There is a heightened sense of something, and even though we don’t know what it is or even if it’ll be good, at least it’ll be different.

Make your expectations like an offering to the Sun – set them down and let ’em go.

At the eleventh hour, when I’ve had quite enough of all this talk of dharma, transformation and upheaval, I’m going to suggest you do whatever it is you’re gonna do and to the best of your ability, let it go. Get grounded before you stare into the sun, set your feet firmly on the path to which you committed and hold onto your practices with both hands. If you’re doing that, then you won’t have a free hand to hang onto expectations and projections so, whether this eclipse is just a really cool astronomical occurrence or a major astrological event that ushers in a time of peace and prosperity, you’ll be receptive and present.

Also – this is what everyone I’ve seen so far looks like wearing their eclipse glasses….

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