Moon Reflections

Viola

Everything is affected by the Moon. Waters, humans, life, emotions…

As it rises fully shaped on the horizon, our moods swing in free flow with the tides …

It was a huge yellowish ball that rose last night upon the horizon. In broad daylight.

We read stories and stories about the Moon and its influence, especially on women. We don’t pay much attention at first. But, as years go by, we, women, know that everything they say about the Moon is true. We know with certainty that we are somehow defined by its rhythm, its changing shapes.

I am a Cancer woman. Sometimes I can spend hours just sitting quietly under the light of the Moon. It nourishes me. Sometimes. Sometimes it brings anxiety my way.

But, I always check it when there is something inside me that can’t hold still. Or when I am, quite to the contrary, very calm.

(And that statement is a complete lie: as a typical Cancer woman, I am never calm 🙂 )

Probably because it is my heart that wanders, not my mind.

In the process (of wandering around), it accumulates all sorts of emotions.

Yes, indeed, all Cancer women are empaths.

It is as if a portal is opened inside of us, a filter through which all feelings pass.

Therefore, we simply ‘know’ by being capable to strongly ‘feel’ everything around us. Especially – people.

It took me years to understand why I have strange emotions, affecting me strongly for no personal reason.

It also took me years to understand that some people feel only subjectively, while others feel everything around them, without even wanting to.

(It took me years to be able to write about this without being afraid of misunderstandings and mockery.)

Insecurity is the worst enemy to artistic creation.

And cancerians and prone to insecurity. They pick up where others left-off. They accumulate all sorts of feelings.

Sometimes I project myself as a huge balloon hanging over the world, picking up pieces. Some of them might come handy. Someone could be missing just that particular piece, left-off in a neglect. 🙂 And I do it with a smile and a positive through. I am a woman, I am the Moon 😉

Yesterday that balloon rose again upon the horizon:

“I am 47. I am 1047. I am eternal. I know because I feel. I am you. Wash away the negative, keep the positive, and flow….

And if you get clam, really really calm, you will hear the mermaids singing….

There is much too much reality in you to be able to see the invisible natures in the Universe.“

“I readily believe that there are more invisible than visible Natures in the universe. But who will explain for us the family of all these beings, and the ranks and relations and distinguishing features and functions of each? What do they do? What places do they inhabit? The human mind has always sought the knowledge of these things, but never attained it. Meanwhile I do not deny that it is helpful sometimes to contemplate in the mind, as on a tablet, the image of a greater and better world, lest the intellect, habituated to the petty things of daily life, narrow itself and sink wholly into trivial thoughts. But at the same time we must be watchful for the truth and keep a sense of proportion, so that we may distinguish the certain from the uncertain, day from night.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

We read about this kind of love, that kind of love, how to love a woman, how to find your soul mate, how to know if you are mistreated, how to know if he/she is the one, how to get up after being hurt, how to treat a narcissists, how to protect an empath…

How to know thyself!!!

If you know yourself + you love yourself + you love all other creatures + you love all nature = natures loves you back.

A condition of complete simplicity, costing not less than everything! – T.S. Eliot

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.”

― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Be grateful! All shall be well. Now all manner of thing shall be well!

Thank you, Moon!

Thank you, Nature!

Thank you, God!

 

— Share —

— About the Author —

Viola

Leave a Reply

— Follow Us —

Up Next

An Open Letter To The Hustlers

An Open Letter To The Hustlers

To be or not to be, to go all in or to unwind and relax, we question our dreams, running in constant chase of our quests to come true, we are the ones who never sleep. Dreamers we are called, the ones who passionately strive in the endeavours of the best they could ever be, here is a letter to me, a letter to you. In the stride of embracing the best you have ever been, nurture your soul before the onset of the abundance in you that lies unseen.

Too bold, too much for your age, you are doing too much, how often have you heard these notions been used to describe you? As we tirelessly strive to achieve the next goal we have in our mind, we are often told that we are being hard on ourselves, to enjoy life a little. Life in its entirety passes by us in its dynamic flair, and the existence we envisage holds unique individuality to each one of us. The choices one makes for themselves belies them and them only, and t

Up Next

How To Remain Centered And Calm In Face Of Difficulty

My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about! I witness myself say this phrase from time to time, where life plonks us into the desperation of ebb and flow of wilderness and things not going in our favour.

It is easy to say we are grateful and in complete balance when things are going well and life feels like the warm embrace of the sun shining on a Sunday morning. But the real test lies in remaining grateful and centred when life feels like spinning out of control.

While it is easier said than done, here are some reminders that might help you get through the days that feel like a burden –

1) This too shall pass, no moment in time that feels permanent loses its impermanence. We often lose hope when things don’t go our way and during these sad days, we should remember, that t

Up Next

15 Most Liberating Thoughts For Someone Who Needs It

Our life unfolds in a succession of revelations of who we are. It is when we sit down and repeat the same sentence in our head over and over again, in every action we perform, every activity we indulge ourselves in, does it indulges into our existence as a habit.

The key to having a sense of liberation is allowing life to flow through, not forcing anything and more essentially not resisting change. I believe that our life improves in the direct proportionality of how often we are exposed to situations where are forced to challenge our age-old beliefs and counterfeited perceptions and seek the greater version of ourselves. When we get too comfortable in the comfort zones we build for ourselves, we do not grow into the people we are meant to be. Sadly most people embrace change only when metamorphosis is the less painful and only possible option.

I know that

Up Next

My Rendezvous With Life

My Rendezvous With Life

The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride,As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.Benevolence in its yonder stirs the mirth of the true,Navigating the turbulent waves, death and I had a rendezvous.

I sought the beauty of the light that was unseen,In the depths of my muse, I found my world within.Life in its flair, trudged me into the emblems of the dark,The dreams that perspired in the seed embraced their death,As it was time for a new quest to embark.

Quaint whispers that echoed in their gallant stance,The jeers that surmounted the uncertainty galloped in their dance.Silencing the wind, bestriding the fall,I plunged into the entirety of my endeavours that call

For I chose to befriend the walk that marked the

Up Next

The Power of Understanding Your Love Language

The Power of Understanding Your Love Language

Love is the purest emotion one feels towards themselves and another individual. While the expression of love can vary in its entirety from one person to another, the care we hold for the ones we love shares an undeniable impact on how we forge our perceptions of interpersonal relationships. The way we communicate our feelings to someone also says a lot about how we are wired, the method of conveying our affection to our beloved ones is called a love language. You may express affection to the one you love regularly, but do you take the time to ensure that you are communicating it in the way that the other person prefers? Even love can become lost in translation when two individuals speak different love languages.

What are the five love languages?

Up Next

The Beauty Of Gratitude In A World Full Of Cynicism

The Beauty Of Gratitude In A World Full Of Cynicism

Ever acquainted with the phrase that the world that you exist in, the life that you embody dwells in the perception of the stance you hold for yourself. The beauty and the tragedy of life is that it is as beautiful as the optimistic lens of perception and as ugly as the pessimistic view of your being.

The strive of our endeavours and the constant effort to achieve the next massive milestone often drive us to the edges of insanity, to be in the consistent light of greatness we lose sight of the great strings of joy that bind our existence together. To be the best we have ever been we must be mindful of the best we are. Coinciding in the traps of negativity and yet claiming to be the best version of yourself is a blinding truth that lies to only

Up Next

I Breathe In The Sauntering Air That Collapses My Being

I Breathe In The Sauntering Air That Collapses My Being

I breathe in the sauntering air that collapses my being,I breathe through the crevices of my existence unseen.Uncertainty in its yonder strikes in bolt on the scars that nobody sees,Redemption that loves, redemption that is free, find me in the depths of my poetry.

Tales of lust ridden in smeared touches that belie,Entreated with envy, the visions of victory lie.To be or not to be in a question that yet lies,For I yearn for a world where fond passion never dies.

Enclasped in the cage of the deemed duty,Bounded in her vows, she forgot she was a thing of beauty.In a realm we live, where amour in its truth fails to stand tall,She, tired of her existence, submerges herself into the beauty that her dreams enthrall.

Chaos in its uproar hails in its darkness