Work With The Moon, A Whisper

It's finally dark out. And also inside. The only light is the one emanating from her laptop which she has not put away yet.

She loves this space. The Obsidian blank page.

Currently she is working on herself. And here she thought she was done working on herself—wasn't she old enough? Apparently not. Living in the present is the goal. Trusting that the present is all there is. Trusting that the Universe is always conspiring in her favor. And all of it requires moment-by-moment practice.

A few weeks ago, she heard a whisper, or maybe it was her intuition. Okay, okay, it was one of those YouTube channels that caught her attention long enough to hear: "work with the moon." And that resonated within. Since then, she had been inclined to do so.

Does this happen to other people? Overhear a sentence on television that resonated or that grabbed them in a specific way and think it was a whisper from the Universe? Or open a book carelessly and land on a random page to a passage that said something so specific, it resonated with the moment? Or hear the same song played at random, but this one time, notice a specific new tone on the same phrase?

Yes, of course, this must happen to other people.

One day she will look up what this phenomenon is called and why it happens. Right now she is content with being in awe when this happens and labeling them as "whispers from the Universe" or "whispers from her soul."

So instead of starting with "Why did she catch this 'work with the moon' whisper?," she will continue her practice of removing the word "why" out of her system.

Two nights in a row she spent so much time on Google, trying to understand the mismatch between her internal body rhythm and her poor understanding of the Waning Crescent Moon. All she got out of the interaction was pages and pages of information, and a larger chore: adopting the guidance to work with the moon.

Still, she wrote, then deleted what she wrote. She wrote again on a different theme, then deleted what she wrote again. She did this four times, deleting pages of very well-drafted text on different interesting themes. Little did she know that the exercise was about trust. Trust in the well within. And naturally, her internal rhythm was carrying her through what is called the Balsamic Moon.

The lure of the blank page...

She asks, "What else do I need to release?"

The wait to catch an answer and the silence feel incredibly painful to someone so accustomed to doing.

The realization comes: "You did well, rest."

As she is about to close the page, about to close the laptop...

"Impossible! I cannot go through this emotional process monthly."

Work with the moon?