My positive change at the new moon was to change my eating habits. I have a love/hate relationship with food. I've had an eating disorder almost my entire life.
I'm doing well so far, but the thing I'm finding really hard is how often I have to eat. Eating 3 meals and 2 snacks is what I'm finding the most difficult.
This is going to be my mountain. I'm strong enough to climb it, sure. I know that its easy to slip too though and before you know it oops, missed that snack. Then lickety split back to eating when I remember or when my husband asks "you eat today?" Ya, I'm one of those. I forget to eat.
I'm not stick thin, so get that picture out of your head. Nope, I'm a good 100 pounds overweight now. A lifetime of not eating, then eating, then dieting, side effects of medications and those birthdays that keep coming have me where I am today...Avoiding mirrors, buying clothes or having my picture taken.
I've tried before many times, slipped and not bothered to get back up. Its easy to put on those old habits. They are familiar and somewhat comfortable in their own way.
Not this time. Now I have the tools I need. I have support in my husband who will give me his hand if I slip, Bless him. I have the power of the universe to call upon when I feel weak. Sister Moon empowers me and reminds me I am indeed strong enough to change.
After all, she does it every day.
I am forever in love with the moon, its every phase and miss it when its gone from my skies.
The New Moon is always a time of beginning for me. Beginning and I guess some contemplation too. Thankfully, the weather is warm and I can take a few minutes outside to get my feet in touch with the earth. To connect. I love that feeling.
This new moon sees me writing a new Abundance Cheque and burning the old, casting its ashes to travel on the wind. I will make a new working candle, mix some incense, do an oracle reading for myself, meditate, journal. Quiet, reflective time for the positive changes I am trying to make in the days to come.
When I was little, it was the Man in the Moon that shone down on me at night. Now that I'm grown I feel the moon is a much more feminine energy. Mr. Golden Sun still watches over my days, but its Sister Moon who lights my nights.
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The title for this blog came to me one morning while I was grinding my coffee.
The house was quiet except for the cat snoring, which is an oddly calming sound. How can you not smile when you hear that sound?
Anyway, quiet house, snoring cat, sun streaming in the windows with the promise of a lovely day and the smell of fresh coffee filling the air around me. I was filled with such peace, appreciation, and gratitude. I just thought "sometimes, it's the little things". These little mundane things that make up special moments in our days. We get so caught up sometimes in the flurry of events that these moments can get lost and we forget that each one counts.
I don't think we were always like this, but maybe we were. Humans are complex beings. I just have to wonder that as our world has gotten smaller and we have gotten busier, that we gradually forgot how to just be in "neutral". I say gradually because gradual change isn't always noticed.
I'm trying to carve out mindful moments every day though. The ritual of making my morning coffee are some of mine. Its working, but its a work in progress. Hopefully the more I do it, the more those moments will become habitually mindful, if there is such a thing. If there isn't, I'm inventing it right now...habitually mindful.
Called it. Stamped it. No Erasies.
I've been hemming and hawing about writing a blog for sometime now. Quite honestly, its been a difficult process - mostly for my niece who has been listening to said hemming and hawing with grace and providing encouragement. (You can find her blog here)
I've been trying to think of why its been such a decision. I've come up with a variety of ideas, my most creative being that I was born before the "internet social media share stuff" time and it was not done. One does not share one's opinions with the world. This, of course, is utter baloney being that I use all the rest of the social medias. Still, kudos for creativity on that one.
Another was that I had to publish. On schedule. On a topic that I'm an expert in. Ya, no. Those too went out with the bath water. Will I publish regularly? Most probably, I'm like that. Am I an expert? I guess that completely depends on your point of view. I'm a wife, mother, sister, daughter, aunt, friend and countless other labels. Doesn't make me an expert. Doesn't make me wise either. What all of that qualifies me for is what it qualifies everyone for: life. Yes, I'm wiser than I was, but that comes from living. One learns things whilst doing that "living" thing. You can't help it really. It just happens. Well, for most people it does...eventually. Hopefully.
I ran out of self made rules as to why I shouldn't write and the why I should side won the battle. So here I am, with a million ideas...well, at least 5. A million was probably a slight exaggeration of my creative abilities.
I think I'm off to a good start.
This post was written in June 2014 and accidentally deleted, then reposted
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