Last nights moon was something to behold. It was so bright up here at Deep Root you could walk through the woods late night.
Using my tripod, not only did I view this beautiful close-up of the moon, but it really struck me how many scars, blasts and wounds to its surface there are.
The moon has no atmosphere, so it has no weather, nothing to remove the scars, no wind, erosion, rain. There are also no tectonics, which means no shifting of plates, no recycling of rock. And lastly no volcanism, which means no flowing to cover impacts.
The earth actually attracts many more impacts because of its gravity, but has the capacity to heal the wounds.
The moon on the other hand, freezes its wounds in time, each change to its surface staying until some future event shifts its surface once again.
Yet despite its many scars and wounds, it still reflects brightly the light given to it, maybe more so than our little blue planet. And although there is no capacity to heal its impacts, there is a beauty in the barren, grey, lifeless surface, that is reflected by the light that touches it.
There is a grace in this allowing, an ancient teaching in the heart of grandmother moon, the intuitive divine feminine that shines her wisdom of nurturing.
A deepness to the pain she has received, the suffering, yet still arising to reflect the faith of her heart.
May we embrace love to be reflected in and through us, it's light washing over barren grey parts, wounds, allowing the touching of those parts, nurturing as grandmother moon teaches.
May we feel all that we feel, being in her steady presence, unwavering in her reflection, rising, steady in her faith.
May we bless the scars within, out and around us, acknowledging the wisdom of their pain, that dark parts may surface to be known, acknowledged in their arising, for the benefit of all beings.
May we acknowledge grandmother moon, her sacred heart, blessing the divine love that we share in our reflections.💖✨🙏🏻🕉