New Moon Magic ~ May 2014

New Moon Magic ~ May 2014

May all your best wishes be seeded and spring to abundant life in the magic of this May New Moon….

Aho! And So It Is. Amen.

*****the power of a woman and a life well spent*****

Maya Angelou 1928 – 2014: Remembering a Champion for Peace and Justice

“Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”
~ Maya Angelou,
Her final Tweet, May 23rd

Friends, we are sad to learn of Maya Angelou’s passing today. As her family posted in a statement: “She lived a life as a teacher, activist, artist and human being. She was a warrior for equality, tolerance and peace.” Indeed she was, and her many profound words of wisdom and life’s work will continue to teach and inspire us.

Below is a profound poem on peace she read at the United Nation’s 50th anniversary in 1995.
A Brave and Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~Maya Angelou

Opening of the Gates… *̣̣̣̥★*•.¸♡ ♫• »¸.•*´♡ Shifting of the Guard

Opening of the Gates... *̣̣̣̥★*•.¸♡ ♫• »¸.•*´♡ Shifting of the Guard

Do you recall, swinging on the gates as a child?

I do. It was one of my favorite past times….

Yes, I did incur a hole in my head (literally, from bumping rather hard)

…yet the sensation of joy and resilience lives on.

On this auspicious day of 11.12.13, I wish to honor our beloved Tata (Father) of the African “Rainbow” Nation – Nelson Rohlihlahla Mandela, 1918 – 2013. *̣̣̣̥★*•.¸♡ ♫• »¸.•*´♡

Freedom fighter, prisoner, icon, hero, legend. Africa is blessed.

Now the gates are opened, and it is the changing of the guard. *̣̣̣̥★*•.¸♡ ♫• »¸.•*´♡

Now we are the Guardians.

The New Earth is born of our every choice, each moment – starting in the Present.

As our mobile carrier texted nationwide on the day of his departure – reminding all to celebrate Mandela’s life and his service to humanity – let us remember his words:

“The sun shall never set on so glorious a human achievement”.*̣̣̣̥★*•.¸♡ ♫• »¸.•*´♡

Rest in well-deserved peace, Tata Madiba, we release you amongst the stars *̣̣̣̥★*•.¸♡ ♫• »¸.•*´♡ and may the Magic of the Madiba legacy live on – in each of our deeds, this day and forwards.

Nkosi Sikeleli Afrika, Amen.*̣̣̣̥★*•.¸♡ ♫• »¸.•*´♡

gratitude and blessings… Always,

May dignity and Beauty reign

★ *̣̣̣̥ ·̣☀̤̣̈̇ ː̖́ Raïƞ ː̗̀ ☀̤̣̈̇ ː̖́ ·̣̥*̣̣̣̥★*•.¸♡ ♫• »¸.•*´♡

Madiba Magic lives on….

SHE LET GO

SHE LET GO

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the right reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all the memories that held her back. She let go of all the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t bad. It was what it was and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone for evermore.

via Martha Johnson

 


Photo: SHE LET GO ~By Rev. Safire Rose~ She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the right reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she let go. She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all the memories that held her back. She let go of all the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right. She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go. She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go. No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t bad. It was what it was and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone for evermore.

~By Rev. Safire Rose~

via Martha Johnson ♡