I wink at the blue moon.
I also howl, a soft and heart-wild howl that carries a hope, a prayer, a longing.
My howl liberates my throat.
My howl breaks a pattern of silence I now can hear.
My howl rises and rushes hot-bloodied warmth through a reconstructed channel of inner communication, strengthens the tone of my voice, emboldens unwavering faith in my voice.
Let me speak to the moon. Let her see my rawness, my secreted away pain and tender vulnerability which is my humanity and my lovability.
Let me speak to the moon, for as I reveal my shadow and light to the moon, I also gift my wholeness back to me.
Let me howl, spontaneously and seriously, whimsically and wisely.
Let me become the howl and the awareness witnessing the delivery.
My howl holds a clear intention. The crystals arranged on the deck imbued with this clear intention.
The astrologers write that this full moon in Taurus, this blue moon of Halloween that shines portals through realms, our own consciousness realms of dream and awakened understanding, presents energies of liberation, and my inner wolf has long sensed a blockage to my freedom.
I identify the damage: a hissing, sputtering wiring, a disconnect that wounds access to my instincts. Like a distant cry of a wolf, I can hear the call of my needs, of what decision would best serve me, but programming to place others before me, to suppress and suppress and diminish my needs, still continues to roar and reroute the actions intuitively led.
The repetition of the pattern frustrates me, and when I tumble into darker spells, I border on despair.
But I trust my howl, especially my soft and persistent howl, and the tides of the moon.
And so on this spectacular lunation, I have a detailed ask of assistance when it comes to liberation.
I spend time in the shadows and in the company of people who love me and are not afraid of my shadows, and there the blind-spot, the impulsive subconsciousness tendency surfaces to the light of consciousness and in the witnessing, the words form to help me in the releasing and relaxing into instinctual trusting and voicing.
The crystals, the wink, the howl merge in a spell to unshackle self-sabotage and fortify courage in my living and thriving in my power, my medicinal wolf power.
Here is my work, a repairing to restore, and now relinquishment to bring the ease into the effort, the grace into the grit, the holy into the human heart of existence.
May we trust our howls.