Falling Leaves Moon, White Frost on Grass & Ground Moon, Joins Both Sides Moon, Striped Gopher Looks Back Moon, Moon When the Water Begins to Freeze on the Edge of Streams, Starting To Freeze Moon, The Moons the Birds Fly South, Harvest Moon, Big Chestnut Moon, Rutting Moon, Big Moon, Big Wind Moon, and Her multitude of magnificence as she is known among many cultures has once again returned to gift us another layer of New Moon Medicine.
A time to set intentions and nourish the gift of transformation and growth towards ripening into the Full Moon and beyond, New Moon Medicine includes a custom-made Essence combination (of flower, gemstone, experiential, or planetary possibilities) and a dried herbal tea blend created to support us in mind, body, and spirit as we move through the dynamics specific to each moon.
Essence: Dogbane Flower, Nicker Nut , Adventurine & Carnelian Gemstones
Tea: Elderberry, American Skullcap, Mullien, Holy Basil
I am reminded that in Chinese Traditional Medicine, we are currently moving through the Season of Metal in which the energetics of the Lungs (grief) and Colon (waste/detoxification) predominate. A natural time to turn inward, process and move through the grief and other energies of the year that served us well but are no longer needed for the time of transformation ahead. Just as the garden soil requires the compost to be turned or tilled in preparation towards replanted, so it is as well with our energetic and physical bodies. As we release, much space is created and needed as this is a great time of manifesting the next planting of experience as we continually shift towards a more authentic expression of our natural and beautiful selves.
Dogbane: Dogbane helps us access the courage to follow our instincts, which is vital to growth and change. This is the essence to support self-confidence. The Practitioner's Encyclopedia of Flower Remedies by Clare G. Harvey "For the deep release of trapped traumatic energy from recesses of the unconscious. This essences get to those ‘hard to reach’ places to clear remnants of trauma. "
Nicker Nut:" Discernment about, protection of and support for our new creations. 'When something is being born, be it a project, a new idea, a new way to live or a new understanding of your life purpose, I AM adept at supporting you to know if it is something you want to continue on with. I illuminate the change process so that you can move forward or let go with much greater confidence. I demonstrate how to protect and manifest your endeavor if it is in alignment with your purpose.'"
Adventurine: "Strengthens the central vertical axis which stabilizes us during expansion experiences; helps us move into and through new experiences with grace, stamina and perseverance; good for spiritual trailblazers and pioneers."*
Carnelian: "Increases the etheric body's ability to access pranic energy; energizes and clears the nadirs (the energetic interface between the etheric body and the meridians), allowing a greater flow of energy to the meridians."* https://alaskanessences.com/collections/gem-elixirs/products/carnelian
Elderberry: A powerful & very tasty antiviral immune tonic, Elderberries are high in antioxidants and vitamin rich. Wonderful throughout the winter moons, but especially so during the extreme temperature fluctuations that accompany us and bring about the flu season during this moon.
American Skullcap: A nervine, relaxant, and constitutional tonic, Skullcap nourishes both mind and body. Relaxation is key to the release, recuperation, and revitalization called for during this moon.
Mullein: An anti-inflammatory & demulcent respiratory herb, Mullein gently tones and nourishes the mucous membranes of the entire respiratory tract.
Holy Basil: Also known as Tulsi, Holy Basil helps the body adapt and reduces stress response (physical & emotional), providing balance and allowing us to remain attuned to the healing energies around us.
*(The intelligence and harmonizing qualities of gemstones need not be ingested through essences if already in your field, so please do hold, wear, or have gemstones near you. )
New Moon Medicine will be available moonthly at the start of the New Christian Year.
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Moments before what is sure to be known as the Great Santa Rosa Fire darkened the day in a frozen red ember sun and changed the sound/sight/city/soulscape of thousands of lives, I thought about machinery and man-made plumes garbed in grey. Between then and now burnt half pages of books land on my porch, masks masks and more masks made appearances, dogs were walked, people perched like lollipop licks around the gooy tootsie roll center of petrol pumps, cars crammed children and pets and papers out of town, facebook became real important, and those of us who stayed in town watched and waited, looked and leaned to the fate of the gods, prepared and helped as best as we could, sweated, breathed (badly), relaxed, then sweated, and continue to carry both in the boil of our blood as the fire-breathing dragon still scours the land.
I thought of and did draw a dragon on this I-think-it’s-all-clear-but-never-know-we’ll-see-as-the-wind-gods-might-decide-to-change-their-tune-and-the-dragon-his-dance morning, but he’s not what I feel. I feel a mighty strong beautiful flower… the seeds of a Fire Flower to be more accurate as I witness and feel and see the seeds of a community in kindness and camaraderie much more powerfully than the quick karate-chop changes that came upon us overnight. And so the Fire Flower sprouts seeds of humanity and beauty and compassion, and may we continue to do so in the renewing of life on these once Pomo lands that we call home.
A thousand and one blessings to all affected by the fire’s scorched breath, especially those with lost loves.
I only knew a handful of things about my whiskered grandfather who lived across the salted seas: he was respected & wise, he loved the natural world and adventured all over Iran in his beloved Chevy Blazer, and he owned a “factory.” Raised here in the States, all I could imagine was the perpetual billowing of fluffy white or dirty dark grey, slabs of concrete and click clack machinery, whistles and punchcards and lines of men with Iranian lunchpails filled with saffron rice and onion chicken, lots o’ fruit, and of course the break room with a giant Giant-sized samovar ornate and intricate as the liquid heart of the factory and it’s men. I had seen pictures of the tenement garment factories of New York, formerly New Amsterdam, formerly Manna-hata (the "land of many hills”), formerly no name but part of the fabric of life filled with gods and goddesses and great beings of all densities singing and swaying and sleeping under the same sun-lit sky and living uninterrupted according to their natures. Clear as today I still remember footage of the great Detroit assembly lines where mustached men ( I ❤️ the 70’s!) gave their hands to the giant claw that lifted and pushed and pulled and put into place the thousand and one parts needed to marry into the medley of motorization known as the wondrous automobile.
When first re-visiting my birthland, I was so excited to visit “the factory“ and meet this great chimney stack that I had heard about for 25 years. Lo and behold - it was a shop with four hands greased! At first I thought I had been duped… “Why do all Persians make a mountain out of a molehill?… This is not a factory… ” and so on and more. In Farsi, the word for factory is “work-house.” Yes, actually it was a work house where lovely greazy hairy dark skinned short strong men who politely gazed indirectly towards a visiting woman gave their hands and backs to assemble industrial ranges for dignitaries and embassies and hotels and mostly European & North American expansion as most Iranians can easily (and always have) feast a wedding weekend, a holy day, a clan day (around 40-100 I’d say), a guests night, or any night deliciously without breaking a sweat, especially on the saddle of a Clydesdale range. Their home fires held the powerful embers found in the lineage of rings, the pressurized plant remains called coal, and even the desiccated forage frayed into feces that litters, actually loves arid mountain rock and sands. Those native fire-breathing dragons were known as well as the back of any hand by people who know hands! And so I learn “factory” … U.S. of A. 80’s style, then 1990's style while working in a fishery in Kodiak, Alaska, post revolutionary Iran style (2000), and now-not-now style in looking at the root of the word from Latin meaning “to do.” A place where things get done, and did, and made, and most often for trade. But always in my mind I see what you may see… the fluffy cloud atop a cylindrical steed, a workhouse for the workforce - all without prayer beads.
After creating this collage I took ten or so pictures throughout the day capturing the variance in light from the natural movements of the sun through the glass, as well as several electrically lit frames. To my amazement, every single picture showed different colors and textures and shapes and feel and image. So many faces to this one creature. Yes the perspective of life is always 360 degrees on one plane multiplied by by another 360 on a second plane, and so on and so on which makes me wonder how in the heck is any perspective retained for longer than a nanosecond? What is the imprint, who does the embossing? What kind of glue sticks so good and leaves a mean tear mark that needs a huff and puff buff and polish in it’s aftermath? How did perspective get to be static and non-imaginary in the predominating accepted reality? Wait… I choose the print? Which image captured do I want to reign supreme and send forth as my creation… purple hue, polka dotty, pretty, primitive? Which is to be presented as permanent publicly? Which one do I make more real?
… a strange new power discovered and dictated by “the factory.”
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