volume one hundred and thirty-eight

i don’t love the moon

Mar 22, 2024

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📍Written from Wathaurong Country in Victoria, with my writer pal’s faces in tiny boxes on the screen, silently cheering me on with their presence.

I realised something recently.

I don’t love the moon.

I know the moon.

She rises, without fail. No matter what is happening in the world, she shows up. Whether you see her or not, she is there, silently doing her best. Showing up to her commitments to others, and most importantly to herself.

Full, crescent, new, clouded, white, bright, warm tones…she is never the same twice. Every arrival is a new opportunity to show up as the version of herself she is that day. She doesn’t ask permission.

Sometimes she breaks the rules. She stays out late. She shows up when she is not supposed to. Even though she isn’t imagined to be there, she holds her place — strong — refusing to miss out because she’s been told she has to. Just because this is the way things are, does not mean that is how they have to be.

On some occasions, she cannot be missed. She is big, bright, glowing and quite honestly, she is the best and most welcome kind of distracting. She’s all anyone can talk about. Other times she hides, keeping to herself, quietly waiting until she has regained the energy to give it away again. But even so, she is never far. Just because she cannot be seen, doesn’t mean she isn’t around.

She will never show up somewhere she doesn’t want to be. She shows up when it suits her, but never interrupts. Whatever was happening before she got there can keep happening in the same way after her appearance. She will join in if invited, or watch on happily if not. When she leaves, it is with the same respect she arrived with.

She isn’t a she, though it embraces its mighty feminity. Nor is it a he. The moon just is.

Despite living by its own rules, the moon will still show up if you need it, without question. Sometimes it has been there for you the whole time and you didn’t even know.

The moon is a feeling. Bold, affectionate, mesmerizing, powerful, empowered, tenacious, motivated, persistent, devoted, generous, enigmatic, self-assured, vivid, courageous.

The moon is a friend to the animals, lighting their way in the dark when they need a helping hand. Likewise, the moon is willing to be your companion on fearful night walks so that you are never alone. The moon asks you to let it know when you get home safely.

The moon always shows its same face, it doesn’t change for anyone or anywhere. It is just the amount of that face that it reveals that varies. How much it is willing to show you can always change.

The moon will wait with you while you fall asleep after you wake from a bad dream.

The moon is an excellent listener and will remain silent for as long as you need to pour your heart out to it. If you listen hard enough, it gives you the answers you need when it can, too.

The new moon is a welcome fresh start. Clean slates are necessary when you’re growing. The moon knows growth takes time and is in no hurry.

The moon remains calm, even in times of stress. It knows what it is capable of and what should be left to unfold. The moon knows the power of silence.

The full moon disrupts sleep, emotions and energy, preparing you for what is next, and giving you the nudge that nothing remains the same. Nothing.

The moon mixes things up from time to time. It works with what is around it, reminding you that nothing is predictable. Even — and especially when — phases are due and expected.

The moon is ever so slowly moving away from Earth, getting further away every year.

The moon is a celestial body, belonging to the heavens.

Same, moon. Same.

Lovely reader, head into the comments and tell me how you are like the moon. Borrow from above or tell me your own!

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here are three things i struggled with this week:

😊 Setting boundaries. It is possible and this week I will get another opportunity.

📕 This week is my reading deprivation week for the Artist’s Way. There are reminder post-its on so many things. Wish me luck!

🥔 I caved on no-spend March in the form of potato on a stick. I made it to the mid-way point of the month, so this makes sense. The rest of March will be back on track. It was just a little slip. A tasty, salty, oily, crispy slip.

here are three blessings from this week:

🙌 The results of the work I am putting in are showing up in subtle places. Leaving the house with ease and no anxiety or trying to talk myself out of it is such a gift.

☀️ Autumn sun.

💗 Gratitude list texts daily with my niece.

here are three goals for the coming week:

😌 NOT TO READ! By the time you get this in your inbox, I will have two days left. Pray I am staying strong.

🍃 Sitting outside in the evenings. It is the perfect time of year for it here Down Under.

🎵 Play more music that I like to sing along to.

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