January Full Moon

Oh dear - how slack have I been? So to set things right a longer post for today. Firstly my new full moon board! This one explores desires for the coming year - and let me tell you I have lots!

So this is my 2011 dreamboard. I'd like to step back and look at what I'm saying to myself (and the world!). Time to acknowledge the spiritual side of myself, and really let it shine - let the fruitfulness of that intention come through fully. Mostly I let my intuition fully guide me - I particularly like how the bird is coming out of the flames - a real rebirth is on the cards this year, with changes at work for Andy & I. Intention was a strong theme too, so I chose to put in one of my own photos and a picture of someone practicing reiki, as these are areas I would really like to put my energy into this year, creating a new more satisfying life for myself and my family. I love the woman in pink, she seems so comfortable with herself, and with veggies to nourish and grow, plenty of words of encouragement and a bit of extra magic I'm loving the new life coming!

I'm also really liking the idea of writing more poetry, and I have two to add today. I'm thinking of one a day, but then again maybe the reality of work and how terrible I am about keeping up to date with this blog (!) maybe I will feel differently when it comes to doing the time!

However, here are two to begin:

Pen

Hold the pen vertical

let gravity do the work

the pen spit-sparts

remnants of the old

dried up

colour

leave snail traceries across the page

then

finally

the pen flows, and

I write on ...

and here's the second:

Fairy Tale - 19th January

The river is on the brink

and I cross magically 

over the brown flood

to my predestined fate.

But not drowning, no

but drowning of sorts

laid on the hospital table

my red nail polish chipped

on my Christmas toes.

This procedure

an attempt at fate-avoidance

fate intervention

fate -

I had always thought of it as a

knowledge of dragons

a meeting with the fisher king

saving some lost knight.

But it turns out mine is

the tiniest gene

that threatens to roar

breathe fire 

scorch my body

at some indeterminate time

(maybe chapter 2 or then again, 10)

and wonder why 

this knowing - 

I who consumed a 1000 fairy tales -

causes me to run with fear.