in the dark

Moons and magic and breaking open at the seams

It was in the dark that I felt the sharp edge of light resting against my breast bone, wanting to pierce the seam that held me all together.
But isn’t it always in the dark when we called under.
Down to the moments when it all began.
Begins.
Over and over.
Churning with all that is and was and will forever be.
Isn’t it always in the dark.
When we remember the ways that we are bound to one another.
And yet able to become more than the maps tell us we could ever be.

It was in the dark when the moon, full and sharp in its clarity, found its way to my skin.
In my breath, I held us all.
When the waves broke over me.
And I heard the soft crackle of her voice.

Spill over the edges.
Be more than can be handled.
Managed.
By the small hands of your fears that try to keep you in place.
Be the bounty of too much life and fire and wild.
I will hold the tides.
And you will let it all move through you.
Until you are dripping with the magic of who you are.
Until you are more radiant than can possibly be taken in all at once.
Until you are impossible to ignore.
Not even by your self.

In the dark, I let the light of the moon break through the shapes and form we always thought we should be.
In the dark, I let myself be illuminated.

(This is what the full moon work offered. I am sharing it the only way I can.
In the email I sent about the clearing last week, I had the date wrong. I included everyone, even if I did not get your email until Saturday.)

With love and fire~
Jo Anna