“But I am afraid to trust,” he says.
“Begin by trusting what is freely given,” she replies.
“But I don’t understand,” he says.
“Pretend as though you do,” she says gently smiling.
“Pretend you trust the spacious skies
This air that gives you life
The hawk that sees you and tips its’ wings
The pinon branches waving to you in the wind
The silence that lovingly surrounds you in the night
The summer sun arising once again.”
“Pretend,” she said quietly as he wept,
“You can trust your tears
on this longest day of the year.”
Seven people said they had been up since 3am.
Each felt they had been singled out…
That something was wrong with them
That somehow they had chosen the wrong food to eat
The wrong nightly activity before bed
The wrong thoughts to think
Even the wrong place to live.
But they had simply forgotten
To give themselves permission
To go outside at 3am
Under the dark bright skies
And take refuge with the Woman in the Moon.
To bow to her fullness, her strength, her magnetizing light
To bow to their own aligned internal tides
And find meaning in the mysteries of existence.