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WOW! What an exciting adventure we are in for with this upcoming new moon in Gemini. And when they are filled with this much potency. None other than poetry emerges from my soul. Though before my poem, I wanted to share some treasures of this new moon.

Communication. Connection. The great observer. The breath of Gaia. Creativity with our hands. Expansion in the wisdom of our thoughts. Are just some of the threads of this sacred dark moon.

The birth of a whole new level of language awaits us.

A beautiful energy is weaving into the earth... in this very moment. With the loving support of the Taurus new moon.

Sensual. Luscious. Beauty.

Filled with a savoring adoration of the senses.

It's as if our pores become like tiny tongues that can sip in the playful creative harmony that envelops us.

Everywhere.

'The little girl watched the blade of grass wrapped in dew.

And she felt the entire Cosmos dancing...

And her soul remembered.'

This post is to remind you of my upcoming ceremonial writing gathering called Womb Weavers WRiting Circle with the first series of 6 monthly circles entitled "Awaken Your Secret Garden".

"Do not cringe and make yourself small if you are called the black sheep, the maverick, the lone wolf. Those with slow seeing say that a nonconformist is a blight on society. But it has been proven over the centuries, that being different means standing at the edge, that one is practically guaranteed to make an original contribution, a useful and stunning contribution to her culture."

Shame is an ally. A potent primal creature, who purrs when sung songs to and dances when lovingly petted. She's a most mystical magical herb in our secret garden of treasures. And our womb expands in her presence. For she senses the power and complexity of the heroine's journey of our life.

Of All Life.

There's a silent beauty wrapped in the month of February. Perhaps it's the love celebrated, glistening like dew, on Valentine's Day. Or the rich fertility of Spring enchanting the land on Imbolc. Or the sparkling crystals of Winter etched into each delicate snowflake.

Or perhaps it awaits our awakening of a deeper meaning. A remembrance of ancient times. When love danced in mystery and magic. Each moment, a treasure. Each facet of being human cherished. When seeking to fix and heal was nameless.

As we enter into the first new moon of the year. I wanted to share a poem that came through for this month's blog. With humble grace. And deep vulnerability.

May this year thread you even closer to the magical jewel inside you!

Wrapped in the velvety tangle of chaos. My body stripped naked of layers of lies...

I'm so excited to share with you.
On this mystical morn.
Of the Winter Solstice.
When the light is dancing in the dark...
Hidden from view.
Like a dazzling jewel.
Bursting with boundless possibility.

My elixirs, of a different kind, have birthed.

There is an enchanting presence that weaves itself into the month of December. The origin of its blooms are unknown. Only that its energy can be felt every December. Perhaps it has something to do with the Sagittarian moon who is ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance and expansion with all it touches.

This is the month which we most connect with presents. As it holds the holiday of Christmas and sharing of gifts. As far back as I can remember...