The sign posts all around me have been pointing to infinite potential, endless possibilities, getting acquainted with the heart mind.
Having come through the other side of a major life transition, my eyes are open and my ears are perked. Where does my path want to lead me? What does that next stone under my well-danced feet feel like? I am wildly curious and tickled pink.
Lately, I have taken note of just how much I gaze up into the sky. It is fascinating. It is inspiring. It is magical and mystical. I used to dream of rainbows and shooting stars. My dreams have come true.
The Full Cold Moon energy of this month has my body tingling. I wake up in the wee hours and go look outside. With the snow and the moonlight, everything is glowing, the hour uncertain. Last night the sky cleared. This morning at sunrise, I walked to the west door and greeted the day with a sleepy grin.
Invigorated by the crisp winter air, I spent a good part of the day outdoors. Alibi and I took a walk to the mailbox at the end of the road to pick up a package I have been expecting. It was just us on the road. My boots crunching in the cold snow and his hooves steadily keeping pace. Our hearts are in rhythm.
When I finally came in, the moon was just rising in the east. I completely relish being able to see both the east and the west from my windows. As the December moon rose up over the pasture in front, I put my tarot cards and their pretty purple brocade box on the sill to be cleansed by the full moon energy.
The poodles and I needed to get to the feed store before it closed. I am breaking down and buying a heater for the water trough. Although I revel in the increasing daylight hours, I cannot be fooled by the calendar. It tells me I may be breaking ice in the water for quite some time to come.
Before taking another step toward departing, I knew I had to look to the west. The Cascades always perform. The three Sisters were crystal clear, snow covered and basking in the setting sun.
As we were driving home from Big R, I stole a glance up toward the clear winter night sky and there it was! A shooting star. It was as if it came from behind my reliable winter transport, over my head, hooked on to my front grill and coaxed us forward chasing its fiery tail. It said, "this way."
Look. Look up. Look forward. Look inward. There lies your path.
