shouldn’t i be putting away the dishes

This morning I was thinking again about a Facebook friend’s post. About how it’s the full moon today and about how I’ve too long left creative spirituality last on my list (so, you know, it doesn’t get done). Thanks to that post, I wrote a poem (don’t know if it’s a ‘good’ poem, don’t care because poetry doesn’t have to be ‘good’ to be shared if that makes any sense). Now I’m gonna spend much of my usable energy today on my creative journaling.

Tonight I’ll be writing down a thing or thought or two and burning them in my burning vessel. It’s a lovely old brass dish my husband ounce discovered while digging in our hard. He promptly brought to me in excitement because he knew I’d be over-the-moon about it.

You see, if you’re not familiar with marking the moons, Full Moons are most excellent spaces for releasing what needs to be let go on, what needs to go ahead and get a move on.

If you want to join in tonight, you don’t need anything fancy:

• a little scrap of paper to write on

• a moment of quiet to gather in your heart and intentions

• another moment to write down that which it is time to send on its way

• a safe space to burn that little scrap of paper.

You can use your stovetop (IF it’s truly a small scrap of paper. Either turn on the overhead fan or open windows so you don’t set off your fire alarms). If you smoke, your astray will work well here (especially if you’re intention tonight is to either smoke less or stop altogether).

If you choose to state what you’re releasing while it burns, that’s cool, but you don’t have to.

I do prefer to say “Thank you” when the fire is done.

Gratitude is powerful magic.

That’s it from me today.

I hope you’re share with me what you’re up to this weekend.

Much love,

Kat

Oh, and here’s this morning’s poem if you’re into that kind of thing:

a poem about responsibilities, healing, and magic

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Shouldn’t I be putting away the clean dishes

or lugging up the load of clothes done in the dryer

Shouldn’t I be baking nourishing blueberry squares

or sorting through the piles covering the dining room table

Shouldn’t I be listing stickers in my Esty shop to sell

or working on a Medium post to earn those pennies and dimes

but i keep thinking of a post i read yesterday

a Facebook friend, also living with ME/CFS

also dealing with flare-after-flair-after-flare

sharing about the power of creative expression

to help our systems rest, recover, sometimes,

heal

and today is the full moon, an observance i’ve let

lapse like my better spiritual judgement

and i’ve been stuck, not opening my journals

waiting never brings about much-needed magic

today is for printing/cutting/pasting/writing/burning

it all down again, releasing it all up to the

moon i won’t see through the rain

but, as always, magic isn’t in the

seeing, but in the being