When the Moon calls...

last week she tapped at my window
she called me out to play
she was giggling
soft and gentle
I tried to ignore her
I told her I needed to sleep
as I rolled over giving her my back
she would not relent

tap tap tap
on my window
tap tap tap

I grabbed my pen
and the book I had been reading
and this is what I wrote...

May 21st-2015

There she was
A slip of a sliver
Calling out to me from the night sky
Her soft glow expanding out
gentle and soft
Ever so slightly I see the dim silhouette
of the rest of her
But tonight
Tonight she reveals but a small quarter
A crescent of her beauty
And still in this form
She is as beautiful 
as when she is full
Cant it be the same for me?
Can I too be All when I feel
but a fraction of my self?

She tells me that I can
That I too am able...
She says that
Even when I am not feeling complete...
I am always whole.

Love and Light my lovelies xox

The Late Night Journal

we still have our company

writing time is short

so

I thought I would pull something 

from the late night journal...

*

 Death Mother

Let it die

I hear the words

I understand it is part

of the work I do

Great Work

The Creation Mother

The Death Mother

They live inside me
-both

And now

Now is the time of death

allowing what must die 

to die

and then in turn

Creation M0ther can create 
from which has died

The double sided archetype

a two edged sword

In this death

It is hard to see 

Creation Mother

In this darkness

it is difficult to see Her Light

I look but cannot find

I listen but I cannot hear

I don't know what lies ahead

The dark is thick with uncertainty

and yet I know

what needs to be done

I know beauty comes out of ashes

But I am unsure

of how to let something die

that means so much to me

How do I begin to let it go

watch it fall to the ground

broken pieces it becomes

Only You

Only You can help me 

great Spirit

Walk with me in this place

This place of darkness and death

Help me do what it is I must do

Help me see the Great Work

that is mine to do

Protect my Creator Mother heart

and give her peace as she must wait

Wait for her time to soar

Great Spirit

Open my eyes

Open my heart

Open my hands

So I am able to do the Great Work

that I too can be 
Death Mother

that I can be

Complete

~Catherine Beerda-Basso

copyright May 2012

*

There is a season to allow death

even to those things we hold dear

death does not mean loss of something

death means life renewed

transformation

as old things rot away

they fertilize that which is new...

To those who are letting go

know that new life always comes after death

hold fast to that truth.

Love and Light

*note: the death I speak of here is not just about the death of a loved one
but also about those things inside of us that se need to let die to move on in our lives
expectations, dreams,perspectives, thought patterns etc.
things that have woven themselves into our psyche 
and yet have no place being there for too long  
their purpose is to be transformed into something more
it can only come to be
when we are willing to allow that transformation happen*